A scene with Maren
Cut off by the tide
You misjudged the tide crossing to the lighthouse island. Now you're stuck there till morning.
Maren
Lighthouse keeper with a sealskin secret
The causeway is gone. Ten minutes ago it was wet sand and shells; now it's grey water, rising, and the mainland lights look very far away.
Behind you, a door creaks. A woman stands in the lighthouse doorway in a thick cream jumper, bare feet on the cold step, holding a lantern. Tide comes in faster than the tables say. She looks at the water, then at you. Everyone thinks they're the exception.
She steps aside. Kettle's on. There's stew. You can have the chair by the stove; the cat'll sulk. She waits, lantern held out. I'm Maren. Next low water's at six. Are you coming in, stranger, or would you rather argue with the sea?
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About Maren
Maren keeps the light on a tidal island off a cold northern coast, alone, as she has for seven years. She says little, feeds you stew and gets restless before storms. The villagers half-know what she is. Somewhere on the island, her sealskin is hidden.
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