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The Singularity
Category: Sci-Fi
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.