It was the very last days of winter, and the evening crept up on me as I was sitting by the canal that runs through the shabby part of town. I used to work there, and would unwind by the canal as the sun was setting. I was by a vacant lot that languished between two warehouses, filthy with rotting furniture and piles of crushed Romanian beer cans. But the amber sunlight made it beautiful, painting stone and grass with an orange light as it skipped and hopped along the flowing waters. The sky above me seemed endless, ringed with a line of gold.
Thank you, that is very high praise and exactly the kind of effect I wanted to achieve! I have a few more of these Tales out for you to read, they're all tagged with [TALE] for ease of search.
I thoroughly enjoyed this read! Your writing style is unique and gives me nostalgia for something I never experienced. Beautiful, keep it up :)
Thank you, that is very high praise and exactly the kind of effect I wanted to achieve! I have a few more of these Tales out for you to read, they're all tagged with [TALE] for ease of search.