The Lantern Man by Megan Bjerke
The Lantern Man stood at the edge of the dock, his light out in front of him. He waited, sometimes hours, but his arm never grew tired. Despite the crisp air and only being covered in a wool jacket and thin pants, he never grew cold. His feet, stuffed into worn boots, never ached from standing on the pristine pine panels beneath him. None of it would have mattered anyways. He was a beacon right now, nothing more. Continue reading The Lantern Man by Megan Bjerke