Clara’s boots scraped against the gravel as she climbed the path to the lighthouse, the wind tugging at her coat like a restless child. The sea roared below, its waves slamming the cliffs with a rhythm that felt almost deliberate,…
The salt-kissed air hung heavy with the scent of brine and diesel as Mara tightened the straps on her worn leather guitar case. The pier creaked beneath her boots, a familiar groan that had once sounded like a lullaby. Now…
The air smelled of salt and diesel as Clara stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel. The harbor sprawled before her, a mosaic of fishing boats and weathered docks, their hulls creaking like old bones. She hadn’t been…
Clara stepped off the creaking ferry, her boots sinking into the damp sand as the salt-laced wind tugged at her coat. The harbor smelled of brine and diesel, a scent that had once felt like home but now clung to…
Clara stepped off the boat, her boots sinking into the damp sand as the salt-kissed air tangled in her hair. The lighthouse loomed behind her, its white stone weathered to a soft gray, the same as the man standing at…