It was a cold quiet afternoon. Rick Shaw was at the lighthouse, which he had grown up in as as young boy, a strong sea breeze rustling through the trees and the waves crashing onto the rocks, far far below where the only noises to be heard. Rick was here because he had recently lost his father. Rick thought back to the day he got the news. He was sitting at home quite drinking a warm cup of coffee when the telephone rang. "Hello" said Rick, "Hello is this Rick Shaw?" "Yes it is whom am i speaking with may I ask" "This is Doctor Charles Deller from St. James' hospital, I'm afraid I have some terrible news for you". Rick got a horrible feeling in his stomach. "What, what is it, whats happened" he said with a note of horror in his voice. "Its your father.... Im sorry Rick I know how terrible this must be for you to hear but... well... the truth is hes had a heart attack... and... he uh... he didn't make it... I'm sorry". Rick put down the phone, and he began to cry. That is why he was where he was he had his fathers ashes and was about to spread them into the ocean when he saw something on the horizon that made him stop in his tracks. A enormous wave was heading for the light house. He ran to the door and tried to unlock it with the key but because he was in such a rush he fumbled with it and then dropped it. He watched in sheer horror as the key to his survival slipped over the edge of a seventy-five foot high light house and down to the choppy waters below. The wave was so close now that he could feel the mist on his face. He decided to seek shelter on the other side of the light house so he ran around the side and waited for the impact.Suddenly the walls shook and a deafening roar exploded as walls of water surounded both sides of the light house and then fell away. Rick could not believe that he was alive. Later he decided that the freak tsunami was a message to keep the ashes and so he did
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