THE RED WISH

Sat, 08 Aug 2026 16:55:59 +0000

It was Mark’s birthday. The sun was shining as if it was a beautiful, scintillating gem, kept on the dark cold blankets of space. He sat by a fountain, where jets of water splashed on the surface of the round pool and spread a rich fragrance. He bent near the edge of the pool and dropped a coin into the water. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.