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The Maiden of Landon's Point
Balanced precariously on the rocky brink of the coast, continually shrouded in thick, briny fog, there is a seaside motel-like lodge named Landon�s Point. Landon himself manages as much of the operation as he can, although sometimes he takes on more than is fit for a man of his age. He loves every moment of what he does, and everyone who stays at Landon�s point is welcome.
Landon is especially fond of the children guests, having none of his own. He can often be found watching over the younger visitors as they play around the old wooden pier. The path leading down through the cliffs is old and steep, but Landon makes sure it is always clear and in good condition. The bright-eyed old man spends any free moment he can get staring captivated out over the dark ocean.
Upon close inspection, it is obvious that he is searching for something in these turbulent waters. He stays out on the edge of the pier for the longest times; longer on days with denser fog, even though it is far more dangerous to conquer the path. Few know the reason behind his actions, for Landon is reluctant to speak of the answer.
It is not so much that this pleasant old man has a secret to hide, but rather an experience all his own. An experience that most would not understand. It would seem pure fantasy, the story from his 24th year. That summer he had been touched; touched by something the world cannot explain. And now, over fifty years later, he awaits the return of his one true love, the Maiden of Landon�s Point.
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Short Stories