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Stars and Dust
Category: Sci-Fi
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.