Short Story It had been almost three years. The anniversary of that day was only weeks away. Each year on that day she would go to the last place where she saw him in the hopes of catching one small glimpse of him. Each time was the same. No murmur, no sign, not even the slightest whisper on the wind.
Each year her family tried to talk her out of making the trip, but she never listened to any of them. Not as long as there was hope still alive in her. Its something I have to do. He could still contact me there, and I have to be there when he does.
This year however would be different. She didnt know yet, but the dream that she held close over the last three years was about to become a reality.