Moscow Stories

Raindrops pitter-pattered against the forest leaves as forty-one-year-old English woman Aurora Anderson sat at a cafe near it in the countryside of Moscow, Russia. She took a sip of her Americano coffee looking out the window. She found the sound of the rain beating against the glass of the window soothing and relaxing. The door of the cafe chimed as it opened and in walked a man of early forties with a dark beard and dar...

My heart was beating so hard that I was wondering if it was going to jump right out of my chest .This was the letter for which I had waited. It would tell me if I was accepted. I looked at the address again to make sure that it was addressed in my name, not my parent's.I didn't use our letter opener, I didn't have time for niceties, I simply ripped the envelope open and started to read. The third paragraph finally reveale...