The Stranger by Joshua Keim

The stranger appeared out of the fog.

Bearing a mask of wood. Carved intimately into the facsimile of a human face.

The stranger walked silently, and uttered no sound.

The people of the town did not know what to do at first.

The stranger walked quietly through the town.

Never speaking.

One day the stranger walked no more, and finally, the stranger became a memory.

But the townsfolk,

In agony,

The stranger always remembered.

And returned once more into the fog.