100 Word Challenge

Meghan breathed in sharply, everything seemed so surreal, however she couldn't believe what she had done. She sprinted back to the battered lighthouse, heavy rain soaking her to the bone as she went and streaming down her face or maybe those were her own tears. Scrambling up the swaying ladder she ventured through the red peeling door into the perfectly imperfect mess that was rather like her whirling brain. Grabbing her ration book and a dry coat from the wonky wrack Mr Jenkins from up the road had made Megs made her way back to the crashed German plane. She had unfinished business.