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Worlds Apart
Category: Fantasy
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.