The Faded Road

added blog Literature

2026-08-21 11:24:23 -

The Faded Road

I told him the bridge was gone. He looked at me. His eyes were dry. He did not ask how I knew. He did not ask if I had seen it with my own eyes. He simply nodded. It was a small movement. A dip of the chin. Then he turned back to the river. The water moved. It moved without hurry. It moved without mercy. The city was waking up. The light was pale. It was the kind of light that strips the color...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews