The Lighthouse - A

        A baby cried.

        “I got it,” my wife said, setting down her wine glass. She swung open the screen door and disappeared into our house.

        I leaned back in my chair and looked out at the tranquil night that lay over our suburban neighborhood. Many stars were visible in the sky.

        I stood suddenly and stepped to the railing, gazing at a remarkable sight. A bright blue meteor raced across the dark sky. I leaned to catch its decent. The meteor appeared to land many miles away, but when it did, the ground around me trembled. There was flash of blue light so fast that I wondered if I had imagined it.

        “Cepheril, what was that?” my wife asked, emerging from the house.

        “I don't know,” I replied.