Every story starts somewhere.
Sometimes it’s a character.
Sometimes it’s a line of dialogue.
Sometimes it’s just one question that refuses to leave your mind.
This one arrived as a single sentence in the Notes app on my phone.
I don’t know the lighthouse keeper’s name yet.
I don’t know what waits beneath the waves.
I don’t know whether this becomes a short story, a novel, or stays exactly as it is.
But I know there’s something here.
So before this idea has a chance to become anything else…
I wanted to share the moment it began.
When a lighthouse keeper chooses silence over truth to avert violence at sea, her restraint is noticed—and an ancient order beneath the waves must decide whether mercy can survive being seen.
I love that stories don’t always arrive fully formed.
Sometimes they begin with a single sentence.
Sometimes that’s enough.
Until next time,
—Destiny
P.S. Where do your best ideas find you? Mine seem to love the Notes app on my phone.
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