Shore Ticket Gate

The sound of waves lapped at the old ferry, but there was no one in the fishing village. A Tao repairs the old boat every day, waiting for someone who won't come. Axia left that year, saying there were better days on the other side of the sea. He clutched the crumpled ticket - the ink had long faded to light blue. Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in the dusk. The white-haired Axia stood in the sunset, holding a polished old ticket in her hand. The sound of the waves remained the same, and the two stranded boats finally reached the shore again.