O Caruta Braileanca [EXTENDED — Review]

"Ready, my beauties?" Sandu whispered to his horses. He had a reputation to uphold. In Brăila, they said a local cart could outrun a thunderstorm if the driver was bold enough.

"I didn't expect the honey for another two days!" the merchant exclaimed. O Caruta Braileanca

By the time the scent of the salty Danube hit his nose, the sky was turning violet. He rolled into the Great Port of Brăila just as the last of the Greek grain ships was preparing to weigh anchor. The merchant, a stout man with a heavy gold watch, looked up in surprise. "Ready, my beauties

Sandu patted the side of his dusty red cart and winked. "You forgot, sir. This is a cart from Brăila. We don't know how to arrive late." "I didn't expect the honey for another two days