microflashmonday The wind roared through her ears as she stood on the cliff. The water crashed explosively on the rocks beneath. She stood breathing in the sea-salt tang, peering down. She knew that thousands of pebbles and seaglass lay underneath the water. Fish swam. Lost treasure lay buried under the foam. For a minute she was tempted to make the dive, but instead she turned away. She passed her hand over the lighthouse, like a touchstone, and walked home.