Nell waits, anxious for sunset. Charred towers silhouette against orange sky. Rusted leaves line her runway.

Burning equinox rays make the castle briefly whole; she prays this time she’ll make it through the door.

Her fiancé waits inside. They’re both still twenty-six years old, though it’s been a hundred years.

Cathy is a UK-based writer who has loved words for as long as she can remember. You’ll find her scribbling in a notebook. You can read more of her work at cacharlton.com or on Twitter at @cathyannewrites.