Maria Naumova
Joined August 2021
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The return
It was a sizzling hot day. The overheated streets of Granada were empty. Only rare passing taxis disturbed the silence, leaving clouds of raised dust behind. Slowly, Vasio climbed up the street. His shirt was creased and covered with dust. Drops of sweat showed through on his neck. Vasio had already regretted his decision to save money on a taxi. From the railway station to the hotel where he was going to stay it was only a couple of kilometers, but the heat and the steep streets left him completely out of breath.
By Maria Naumova4 years ago in Fiction
