The Photo


The following is an extract of ’The Photo’. This story will be part of an anthology of Short Stories I am working on. These stories all have an essence of Italian culture, inspired by my own Italian heritage as an Australian.



She listened to the waves breaking on the headland. Looking out at the coastline, she heard the pounding ocean. Each wave a primal roar as it crashed upon the fallen rocks that laid dormant on the beach.

       The dark stillness was interrupted by the lighthouse's sweeping beam as it panned across the watery landscape. With every cycle, the street lit up for a moment before falling into darkness again. The night watched in anticipation for the next peep of light to emerge as it cycled through its repetitive illumination.