They came in quietly, like many do... dust on their cloak, dusk in their eyes.
But they didn’t speak right away.
They warmed their hands by the fire.24Please respect copyright.PENANALckCKJYJOO
Touched the mug I had already placed before them.24Please respect copyright.PENANAY4RUaYtDbT
Looked at me not to ask, but to listen.
They told their story slowly, in pieces, like someone offering stones to a river.24Please respect copyright.PENANAirusnoxVM9
Not to be kept.24Please respect copyright.PENANAfs9tABBMxs
Just to hear how the water moves around them.
And when they finished… they stayed.
Long after the drink was done.24Please respect copyright.PENANAjk1iTYXSZY
Long after the fire had burned low.
They did not ask for more.24Please respect copyright.PENANAxaIiK7Xy5K
They simply looked at the ledger and whispered:
“Where do the stories go, once they’re written?”
I answered for the first time in years:
“They become the tavern.”
And then, I did what I had never done.
I turned the ledger toward them.
Offered a quill.
They hesitated. Not out of fear.24Please respect copyright.PENANAuTcGNqxXoG
But reverence.
And then they wrote:
I Was Orion's Missing Shoulder
They closed the ledger with both hands.24Please respect copyright.PENANAWopisdvLI4
Pressed their forehead to it.
Then left.
I did not ask their name.24Please respect copyright.PENANAIZrCfQvvAs
They did not offer it.
But the tavern knew it.24Please respect copyright.PENANANruocOCLgD
And now, so does this page.