Time frame

© 2015, Raluca Ioana



There’s a green leaf on the ground left alone… “So young to rest there over the already too old Earth” – she whispered. The wind blew it away in the next instance, in the same time her hair was teleported over her eyes. Just like the nature would have wanted to distract her attention away of the dying leaf. Her bag was already too heavy so she searched with her sight a bench where she could rest her feet tired after an entire day of walking. Towards where was she going? To Continue reading