The setting sun painted the sky red


    Shadows stretched along the dirt path


    The river was calm underneath that wooden bridgeEnjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    I looked out toward the distance


    Toward the horizon


    Where a figure should have been


    Was it the glare of the setting sun


    Was it the haze of the summer day


    Was it my fatigued, unfocused mind


    That caused me to not see anything


    Tomorrow as well…