Questioning Stories

The soft tread of footsteps, mingled with the distant songs of morning birds, stirred Thomas from deep sleep just as sunlight spilled into the room. Blinking against the brightness, he made out a blurred silhouette near the open balcony doors. As his vision cleared, the figure stepped forward, revealing herself in the golden light. “Good morning, señora,” he murmured, taking in the striking young woman before him. She wor...