The café on the corner of the Riva in Split was closing, but the rain was just starting to fall. Inside, nestled in a corner booth, sat Marko. He wasn’t looking at the city lights reflecting on the wet pavement, though. He was staring at the empty chair across from him.
Here is a story inspired by the emotion and lyrics of that song: The Song in the Rain miso_kovac_ako_me_ostavis
Hours earlier, Marija had sat there. She didn't say much—just that she couldn't handle the waiting anymore, the long months he spent away working, the quiet distance that had settled between them. She promised she would return the key tomorrow. The café on the corner of the Riva