Two young men sit under a tree, enjoying the ocean breeze during a sunset. Then, as one of them finds a wilted flower, the conversation shifts into one about the inevitability of death.
English isn't my first language so do expect some spelling or grammatical mistakes. I hope you liked it and I wish to write more short stories or maybe even a longer one on the future
English isn't my first language so do expect some spelling or grammatical mistakes. I hope you liked it and I wish to write more short stories or maybe even a longer one on the future
