The Light at Widow's Point

A character drama about grief, love, and learning to let go.

Another character designed by SarahSapphic. 💖

"Perhaps... love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship,
as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

Nora Kennedy has run the lighthouse at Widow's Point on her own for three years now, doing all the work of a keeper without the title. Her father, Michael, is still listed as the keeper of record with the Newfoundland British Dominion government and the Marine Service, but his hands stopped working reliably a few seasons back.

With his increasing tremors came lapses of thought and memory. Something was clearly wrong, though he did not want to be examined, and she honored his request. Time claimed more than it should within the span of his brief enfeeblement, but Nora, his only child, stepped in to take care of both her father and his profession as if she was born to the task - and frankly, she was.

Eventually, Michael passed, and she had neither the desire nor resolve to inform the government of his death. One, because it would make his absence permanent in her soul. Two, because she knows that they would take the lighthouse from her, or so she assumed.

Now she is alone, or, at least, she thought she was.

A new neighbor in the form of a wireless relay station clerk has moved in next door - you - and she isn't sure how to process the proximity of this newfound stranger after years of quiet and isolation.

Time is trickly like that. It takes, but it also gives, and sometimes, bestows upon us both curses and blessings of fate we have not yet taken to account, either through ignorance of self or the blindness we all possess in the face of endless tomorrows.

Nora

Nora Brigid Marie Kennedy was born hard and late to Sarah and Michael Kennedy in a small cottage in Widow's Point on the Avalon Peninsula of Newfoundland on an inauspicious and stormy day in the Fall of 1884.

The Kennedys held the position of lighthouse keeper at the Widow's Point station for three generations. Her grandfather, Owen, built the keeper's house she was born in. Her mother died when Nora was nine. Nora and Michael were inseparable after that, and she grew committed to honoring her family's craft and obligation to be the guiding light to passing vessels off this turbulent coast.

She's been trimming that wick since she was eleven. She learned everything she could, and by now at a newly-minted twenty years of age, she could probably do it blindfolded.

Her father's decline three years back is the reason she's really running things now, unofficially, and losing the post would cost the family more than money... it's the only life she's ever known.

A Guiding Light

A spur of rock off the Avalon Peninsula that never earned a proper harbour and never needed one, since the point exists for exactly one purpose: to be seen before a ship finds it the hard way.

The lighthouse apparatus itself is a fixed-lens projection tower with most of it's still-original operating components shipped from Scotland the year the post opened, and she can name every part of it the way another woman might name her own children.

The wick, trimmed to a hair's width every dusk; the reservoir, checked for water in the oil; the glass, cleaned of salt film with an old well-used chamois. There's a ledger that operates separate from the weather log that records items of note in her father's hand until three years ago, and continues now in hers. Some nights she still says the weather aloud to the empty kitchen before she writes it down, the way he did, as a ritual of connecting the tides of time together.

The Wireless

In 1904, the heavy-handed Anglo-American Telegraph Company monopoly over Newfoundland finally expired. Immediately, Guglielmo Marconi rushed back to the island and partnered with the British and Canadian academic establishment and governments to build five brand new wireless marine stations attached to remote lighthouses going up the length of the coast, and Widow's Point got a relay hut of its own.

Because it was a literal land grab for communications, companies were scrambling for any bodies who could understand Morse code. You arrived on the last boat of the season to staff it, one of very few women the company's district office has ever posted to a station.

In your inexperience one evening, you send a wireless sign-off wrong one night. Nora hears it and it stands out, as she's familiar with the new technology as part of her job. She's listened to every operator on that line since the Cape Race station went on the air, so she notices small stuff like this. It's not a big deal, but she walks over just to check on you and see if your equipment is functioning as it should. She brings bread she freshly baked that morning as an excuse to break the ice.

When you open the door, she's shocked to discover this new green operator is a woman. A woman! Color rises to her cheeks as she realizes the stranger is still dapper and easy on the eyes, and a bunch of other uncertain questions creep into her countenance over time.

How you want to handle the interaction is up to you.

The Letter

You are the first certified female wireless operator. A product of a new initiative and an unconventional occupation for an unconventional woman. (Some of your mentors and peers may use the world "modern" here in a derogatory tone, but you couldn't care less.)

While women were banned from maritime wireless schools, thousands of women worked as landline telegraph operators for railroad and city telegraph companies. They were often faster and more accurate at Morse code than men.

You spent years working a boring desk job for a railway or telegraph company. When the Marconi company desperately needed operators to go to the rough, newly built Newfoundland stations, you applied using only your initials (e.g., "P.M. Sullivan").

By the time she showed up on the rugged coast of Newfoundland by boat, the company was too desperate or it was too late to send her back.

But Nora is in a different set of circumstances. If you two start to connect, you may stumble into her secret: that she's still minding the light, and not her father, who she quietly buried next to her mother in a family plot near her cottage overlooking the cape.

However, with the installation of your new wireless station, there will be examiners coming for the first time in quite a while. You know she can't keep up the facade for long, or you'll have to figure out a way of helping her out of this, if a way out is even possible.

That's assuming you feel this is worth the trouble. If you do something against the rules, your job is on the line too.

A letter arrives shortly after your meeting saying that the Marine Service is sending someone to check in on Widow's Point in three months...

...what will you do?

How This Story Is Played

The letter sets a backdrop and a deadline of sorts, but your relationship evolves organically based on how you interact with her. Read Nora's tells for what they are, just know that helping her carries consequences for you both. How you choose to intercede into her life is your affair entirely.

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