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Echoes of Tomorrow
Category: Sci-Fi
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.