These are so lovely: "...a pink sky that brushed against the horizon like a shy lover." "...dull street lights that lit up the lumpy cobblestoned lanes." "...He couldn’t see the river, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there; he knew where it was." Sigh.... how it makes me yearn to go back again.
Beautiful stroy!!
Thank you!
These are so lovely: "...a pink sky that brushed against the horizon like a shy lover." "...dull street lights that lit up the lumpy cobblestoned lanes." "...He couldn’t see the river, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there; he knew where it was." Sigh.... how it makes me yearn to go back again.
Thank you Sharron.
I seemed to have jumped into the middle of this... now to find the beginning!
I love this story so much.....
Thank you so much. I thought some might complain because it was too short. I'm glad you liked it.