November story - #16

Quietly, the waves flopped onto the beach, then ran out into the sand. Stars hung in the sky to the east, obscured as they were to the west by the bluff overlooking the sand and sea. A small boat lay tied up at the entrance to the harbour, giving anything but a restful appearance. The scene was illuminated by a flurry of flashing blue lights, which strobed the few houses nearby. Quite unusual. One of the local wags joked that the last time he had seen a flashing blue light at Cealagbhal was when someone had taken a guga that wasn't in their allocation.

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