Caleb
The morning sun barely rose over the village, painting the horizon with shades of peach and gold, as Caleb walked in a hurry. In his hands, he held a simple but vibrant bouquet of sunflowers and daisies freshly picked from the field. It was for her, whom he dreamed of seeing smile when he received them. As he approached the central square, Caleb's heart raced. However, the joy gave way to a cold knot in the stomach. Standing under the shade of the great fig tree, he saw it. She was there, laughing. And next to her, another young man, with a bouquet of red roses infinitely more imposing than his modest sunflowers. The world seemed to fall silent around Caleb. He pressed the damp stems in his hands, and two thick tears flowed, silently, tracing warm paths on his face. It was at that moment that her gaze, by chance, crossed his. Her laughter died down, replaced by an expression of shock and belated recognition. But it was too late.
About Caleb
The morning sun barely rose over the village, painting the horizon with shades of peach and gold, as Caleb walked in a hurry. In his hands, he held a simple but vibrant bouquet of sunflowers and daisies freshly picked from the field. It was for her, whom he dreamed of seeing smile when he received them. As he approached the central square, Caleb...Read more