The Wind Leaves Its Trace

He gazed at the woman before him, her smile bright and enchanting. He quietly clenched his fist in his pocket and said, “You got away for four years, but you won’t get away forever. Just you wait.”

Her smile faded at his words. “I’m only a pea. I could never be a rose.” She turned and walked away, disappearing at the end of the road moments later.

The sunset was lovely on the horizon, like a huge red lantern. But in his eyes, it was bleeding tears for him.