She was trapped. Trapped inside the tall brick lighthouse that stood, all alone, on the tiny island. She couldn’t remember how she got here, only a vague memory feeling pressure on her head and then blacking out while walking home from her mannerism classes. When she woke up, she had found herself lying on the cold wooden floor in the ancient lighthouse. Gingerly, the young girl named Willow now sat up, rubbing her temples. “Hello?” She quavered, glancing nervously into the mysterious shadows. Her large brown eyes searched the room, noting the cobwebs in the corners, the dusty shelves, and the faded wallpaper. Obviously, someone hasn’t lived here for awhile.
That didn’t make sense – didn’t the lighthouse keeper usually live in the lighthouse? She decided to explore her surroundings a bit more throughly. Carefully, she got to her feet and brushed off her full skirts. Her silk shoes slid across the floor, barely making a sound. She slipped off her expensive gloves and tucked them into the pocket of her petticoat. Suddenly, a floorboard creaked above her, and she whirled around nervously.
She heard nothing. Then her eyes fell on an iron-hinged door that looked like it hadn’t been opened in ages. Eagerly, Willow headed towards it. Maybe once she was outside, she would recognize her surroundings and know how to get home. Creak. Creak. Willow twisted the doorknob this way and that, but her efforts were fruitless. The door refused to budge. A feeling of helpless overwhelmed her and a tear threatened to spill onto her cheeks. Groaning, Willow sank down onto the floor and leaned her head against the wall.
And that’s when she saw the window.
“I wonder if I can break the window open and climb out that way,” she thought aloud. Making up her mind, she ran to the window and peered out. What she saw shocked her.
Normal people like her were walking around outside, admiring the sea, pointing and clicking small black rectangles over and over again. Willow’s eyes got bigger when she saw how they were dressed. The women were wearing tight pants and tips instead of the proper, full dresses that every woman should wear. Some men were even wearing shorts! @_@ Frantically, Willow’s eyes roved over the scene. Strange contraptions with wheels lined the sidewalk and people were actually using them as a mode of transportation! Her hand flew to her mouth.
“It couldn’t…it can’t be,” she whispered.
Had she traveled into the future somehow? How was that even possible? Her mind was racing around in a whirlwind when all of a sudden she heard a voice behind her:
“What are you doing here?”
Thanks for reading this freewrite :) Yes, I know, I have been obsessed with freewrites lately. #sorrynotsorry I thought of this story after I took the above picture of a window in a lighthouse that is now a tourist attraction in California~ I hope you enjoyed it, and please let me know if you do by liking this post ^_^