Lisa's Choice
The drifter entered the tavern. He placed his old bag over the bar and asked for a drink. The barkeeper grunted and served him a whiskey. One of the patrons sat next to him and tried to chat amiably.
“Hello! No people come during this time of year. Visiting some folk?”
“No. Just passing through” Said the stranger, his gaze down on his glass.
“Oh, I see. Maybe you’re looking for a job.”
“No. I’m just looking to feed my friend.”
Then, something alive shook inside the bag, growling. The stranger opened the bag and let the hungry demon out.
“Hello! No people come during this time of year. Visiting some folk?”
“No. Just passing through” Said the stranger, his gaze down on his glass.
“Oh, I see. Maybe you’re looking for a job.”
“No. I’m just looking to feed my friend.”
Then, something alive shook inside the bag, growling. The stranger opened the bag and let the hungry demon out.
