by Will Stanton » Mon Aug 24, 2020 7:12 pm
Five o'clock in the morning -- a time when good boys and girls were asleep, presumably, and before most people were allowed out by the strict letter of the curfew.
A lone figure, in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, ran along the spit of land connecting the campus to the lighthouse, back and forth, the sound of jangling metal breaking through the still of the early morning.
((open))