The Stranger

He didn’t belong here and he knew it. He was only passing through. He pulled his coat around himself and kept marching. The sun rose above a lone mountain in the distance, making an early frost glisten in the yellow rays of light. The man’s breath left little puffs of moisture in the air while his boots made quick and even clicks on the road. “Who is that?” One woman looked out her window as he passed by. “I’ve never seen him before,” said her husband. “He’s not from around here.” The man...