50 Word Stories: Babylon



She leant over a verdant balcony, her hair longer than the vines which climbed the city walls. Raven, she was, dark of eye and silken locks. I desired her, who wouldn’t? Yet this was Babylon, the Euphrates beckoned a sailor to the sea. The girl would wait, but adventure wouldn’t.

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