Skip to content
Synthetic Dreams
Category: Sci-Fi
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.