A story I read in school – ‘The Fog Horn’ by Ray Bradbury. It had me thinking 18 years ago. And it still makes me think about that fictional lonely creature. Can you feel its loneliness too?
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“OUT there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light up in the stone tower. Feeling like two birds in the grey sky, McDunn and I sent the light touching out, red, then white, then red again, to eye the lonely ships. And if they did not see our light, then there was always our Voice, the great deep cry of our Fog Horn shuddering through the rags of mist to startle the gulls away like decks of scattered cards and make the waves turn high and foam.
“It’s a lonely life, but you’re used to it now, aren’t you?” asked McDunn.”
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Masala Chai 