She wasn’t real, I knew that as I’d tried so often to catch her, but she disappeared every time I got too close.
She was the ghost of Lucy Darnell, the forgotten lover. Her lover had been Darcy Tindall, a sailor who sailed off one day and never returned. Lucy stood on the hilltop overlooking the sea awaiting his return.
She did this until death, always in hope Darcy would return. Now in death, her ghost inhabited her locked hope, forever standing in anticipation.
I have thought her appearance on days like this, misty and foreboding, symbolize the state of her heart or mirror the day she last saw him as news of his death came months after his ship had set sail telling her there were no survivors.
I wondered how in death a soul could be so haunted it refused to let go of the reality of its situation.
But as they say, hope springs eternal and Lucy found in her eternity the opportunity to wait in the hope Darcy should return and there she would be to welcome him home.