The Distant Whispers

σε πρόσθεσε στο Literature

2026-08-19 02:47:28 -

The rain stopped. The air tasted of wet iron. I stood on the platform. My sister was gone. She had left her coat. It hung on the hook. It smelled of her soap. Lavender and dust. I touched the fabric. It was cold. I should have worn it. I did not. I walked to the office. The building was glass. It reflected the grey sky. I was a scholar. I studied history. Old wars. Dead kings. I was good at my...

0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 1 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση