Fragile Shard 8. Houses Can Fly.
On that melancholic day, heavy ice drops plummeted onto the cold stone. An abandoned, arch-vaulted cathedral loomed over a vast square adorned with its stained-glass windows.
Yet, there was no one to admire its grandeur. The city was devoid of life, its old houses deemed useless and forsaken. For a long time, people had vanished from its streets. Nobody wanted this city anymore.
Countless districts, endless streets, innumerable houses, and eternal apartments — all were left to their solitude. Today, they wept in unison with the autumn rain. Their cries echoed with bitterness, evoking childhood memories — a mixture of sweetness and sorrow, a soundless sob resonating from the depths of their abandoned souls.
Black eye sockets yearned to witness the passing of migratory birds, but houses could not take flight. The warmth of the sun had eluded this city for so long… It lay here, freezing, devoid of warmth, love, and purpose.
Then, unexpectedly, the rain ceased, and the clouds retreated beyond the horizon — a rare sight after many years. The sun emerged, shining upon the desolate city.
However, a new downpour followed, showering the sun-drenched city once more. The heavy lead drops fell upon the cold stone. The city seemed to crumble, yet there was no pain or fear in its heart. It appeared to be as content as ever.
For, after all, houses can fly, and in that fleeting moment, they found joy amidst the crumbling ruins.
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“Fragile Shards: Whispers of Transience” is an evocative anthology that spans 15 years of the author’s writing journey. From mystical adventures to dark introspections, these tales traverse vivid landscapes, offering a captivating glimpse into the ever-changing tapestry of human emotions and perceptions. Each story is a unique shard, reflecting the complexity of life’s experiences and the resilience of hope.
