Stories

Strangers in the Rain

It had been raining for hours, the kind of relentless downpour that makes cities feel like they’re holding their breath. […]

The bridge looked the same, though time had stolen everything else. The wooden planks still creaked beneath his boots, whispering

An old bridge, a lost letter, and two strangers standing in the wind — a story of choices, memories, and

One carousel night. A Ferris wheel that slows time. Two strangers trade stories while the city hums far below —

A letter arrives with no return address, but with memories only someone who loved her could know. She can open