21 - You're Late
He jogs along down the street, he's late. She's sipping coffee at a little street cafe, waiting for him.
"I was starting to think you forgot, they invented these things called clocks a few hundred years ago."
He sits down at the cafe table.
"So how's you week been? I've~"
Her voice fades away, the sounds of a vibrant city fall silent. A lithe breeze blows through the ruins. Memory gives way to the present.
"I was starting to think you forgot, they invented these things called clocks a few hundred years ago."
He sits down at the cafe table.
"So how's you week been? I've~"
Her voice fades away, the sounds of a vibrant city fall silent. A lithe breeze blows through the ruins. Memory gives way to the present.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
Species Avian (Other)
Size 1280 x 720px
File Size 266.9 kB
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