A Sojourn

The stranger came to the inn, and said he’d like to stay for a month. Being the off-season, pilgrims usually made their way through in the fall, the keeper had plenty of rooms, but only a skeleton staff, and said the meals would be simple but plentiful, to which the stranger only gave a short nod and looked expectantly at the other man, waiting for his room key.

While he lived there, he said no more than a hundred words, but would smile and nod politely if spoken to.

At the end of the month, he continued up the mountain.


Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers. Read more stories here.


15 thoughts on “A Sojourn

  1. Your commas, in the first paragraph, are like crampons. Did you mean that? It doesn’t matter if you didn’t, I’ll steal the idea anyway. I think you mean ‘spoken to’, though. I don’t think it’s about chickens; man has consciousness, so I am led to believe. It’s a clever story, maybe. I like it a lot. :)

  2. Craig, I’m going to add my own thought that this man was possibly a writer doing research for a book. Also, I live in India, and that sounds like a great place to get some peace and quiet. Well written. :) —Susan

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