The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was on my way to my dream job.
I walked into the office, greeted by my coworkers and a stack of files on my desk. I got to work, feeling productive and accomplished.
Hours passed, but they felt like minutes. I worked through lunch, too engrossed in my tasks to stop.
As the day turned into night, I finally finished everything on my to-do list. I packed up my things and headed out, feeling proud of myself for a job well done.
But something felt off. The air was colder, the streets were emptier. I looked over my shoulder, feeling like I was being watched.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was on my way home. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. That maybe, just maybe, my dream job wasn't worth the price I'd paid.
YOU ARE READING
The stranger under the willow tree
Short StoryOn a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more tha...
