The scorching sun beat down on me mercilessly as I walked through the bustling streets of this desert city. The dry wind whipped through my hair, carrying with it the faint scent of sand.
I approached a food stall, where a middle-aged merchant with kind eyes and weathered hands welcomed me warmly. I ordered a plate of fragrant kebabs, sizzling on the grill, and watched as he skillfully prepared my meal. As I handed him the coins, his face broke into a smile, and he wished me a happy journey ahead.
I returned his smile, but beneath the facade, a wry expression played on my lips. It reminded me of the bittersweet truth that nobody was eagerly awaiting my arrival anywhere.I was but a wandering soul, drifting through the world, belonging to nowhere.
The Loner Diaries
By NotQuill
A young wanderer finds herself on the middle of a desert. In a city, where nomads are common. As she wonders... More