Life On A Light

Chapter 3
Stretching his wrinkly neck out of the microscopic lighthouse window, my grandfather noticed me lying helplessly as the gargantuan ship lost control. As quick as the speed of light, my grandfather hopped down the stairs and unbolted the old lighthouse door. Sauntering dramatically towards me, my downhearted grandfather cradled me softly in his powdery hands, and sausage-like fingers. 'Anthony. Anthony? Can you hear me?'. Miraculously, I gradually opened one sore eye however my vision was blurred.