Off to their right on a high rise stood the crumbling fort, settled like a patient bovine on its haunches. Another partial brick building stood closer to the woods, thought to be either a barracks or a powder house. Down a gentle slope, closer to the shore, lay a jumble of granite rocks. These were supposed to be the foundation for additional battlements connected to underground tunnels from which guns could be fired without being seen. The project was abandoned sometime after the Civil War and the granite stood untouched; seemingly forgotten and definitely too heavy to be taken.
It was to these rocks that Aubrey led Alison. He went to the one farthest from the fort and brought her around to see its end.
“Look,” he said, grinning and pointing.
Alison peered at the rock and gasped. Chipped away from its end was the clearly defined head and shoulders of a man. She could see the rock chips and dust scattered around its base on the grass, attesting to the hours of time spent here. “Oh my, Aubrey!” she exclaimed. “It’s…it’s amazing!” Kneeling down she examined it more closely. Despite its rough surface, the head was rounded and shapely. She could make out features; the eyes downcast, the mouth unsmiling but somehow determined, the jaw strong. “When did you do this? Where did you learn how to do this?”
He shrugged. “I’ve done it since I was a kid. Just takes a hammer and chisel and some good stone.”
“But this must have taken months!”
“Oh, aye. Granite’s hard,” he nodded. He was studying her as she ran her hand over the shape of it. “I tried to make it look like Sam, but his face seems kinda distant in my mind.” He smiled apologetically.
Alison rose, stepped back from it and brought her hands to her heart in a stricken gesture. She turned to Aubrey, searching his face and whispering, “You did this for me?”https://www.amazon.com/Light-Over-Water-Noelle-Carle-ebook/dp/B009NJ7692