The Angel's Gift
Step. Step. Step. Step
As the sun slowly descends, casting a golden blanket over the quaint town, the evening's coolness seeps into the townspeople, urging them to cease their bustling and resume tomorrow. A man walks down a street with heavy steps. While the day's last sunrays dance across his ebony cheeks, his eyes remain unfocused and his mouth draws a straight line. Abruptly, a crisp breeze sweeps across his face, tickling his nose with the scent of the nearby bakery's last batch of bread for the day, causing him to furrow his brows and squint his eyes.