There was a hush of the town folks as the storm approached and finally laid its blankets over the town. In one night the area was swept from greyish landscape to a thick pure white and endless heaps of snow falling from the dark clouds above. Eldentin was sandwiched between two large mountains. One large river ran through the middle of it and forests surrounded it to the mountain bases. It was a quiet place, peaceful at times, but not always the most honest. How can a town be honest? Well when you look at a sandwich shop you expect it to be a sandwich shop and nothing else.Here in Eldentin, that sandwich shop held more secrets then a secret society that tired to keep it’s self secret. The man down the street. His eyes so wide that you could see your reflect plus two of your aunts. He would always be smiling and singing out loud. Then he would be gone for days. No one sees him leave or return. And yet, he reappears his large eyes and smiling face beaming at you like he had seen you everyday for the month he had been gone. There was one thing that you could of counted on in Eldentin and that was it never snowed. That was until now.
The storm was the first and the last the town would ever see. As the storm arrived, so did a stranger. A stranger that knew of Eldentin’s dishonesty. A stranger looking to collect and redeem the honest part of themselves. A stranger had just came to town.
Inspired by High Plains Drifter