A light aroma of herbs and spices wafted through the open doors to greet me, the smell was inviting beckoning me to come in. Tables most full, were spread out evenly within the small room. Flickering flames lighting up peoples faces briefly before casting them back into shadows. The haunting song of a flute violin duet fills the air, the instruments rising clear above the low murmuring of voices locked within conversation.
From my table in the shadowy corner I watch as the sun gracefully lowers behind the Tatra mountains. The beautiful hues bleeding into the aqua blue of the dying day. The sky transitions from a blue sky filled with cotton candy clouds to a dense dark navy that gradually evolves into a velvety inky tangible black; speckled with pearly white stars.
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Through My Mind:-and other short stories-
FantasíaA compilation of short stories. Each Chapter is a new story, completely unrelated to the other short stories in this book. Through my mind takes you through an adventure of a creative mind that refuses to conform to society's ideals and standards. W...
