Tinytown Stories

For all the small town people out there: Here's a short story about a typical small town night in Prescott. Hope you all enjoy my latest idea. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the art/pictures in this story or on the cover!

Lighthouses were previously built somewhere like in the middle of the sea (please note the sarcasm) to guide ships and marine vessels who wander around the dark and foggy night on seas. One would stay there to operate, to give signal in case a vessel would come across while showing the right path to go on. Wondering if it's a difficult task? Yes, actually, more than that to be exact. It technically puts a life into grave danger yet it will be able to save hundreds, thousands, or might be an abnormal quantity of lives. I dunno how the hell it was built my grandpa never told me though. He said it is the guardian of the sea, the light, a warning but also the reason why we exist... "H-hindi ko po maintindihan lolo." Too sad, I can't ask him no more. "Everyone dies," they say. All I know is it needs a well-built lighthouse: one that could withstand amidst the strong waves and deadly typhoons. A dedicated operator: one that could risk his life saving an ant colony and; a heavy-duty boat that could fight gustiness. Still, I don't get it.