The night is dark Lit only by the stars and a single streetlight A short stout man stumbles down the deserted road He stops under the light and puts a cigarette to his lips He takes a long drag, enjoying the silence “Got a light?” The man turns to a figure beyond the light’s reach He steps forward, arm outstretched The flickering flame reveals a woman Beautiful, long dark hair shuffling in a light breeze “You found me,” she says plainly, “so what do you want?” The man stops to think “I want... someone” he finally says Smoke billows from her nose “Someone? You came all this way, for ‘someone?’ You know the cost?” He nods The woman sighs, exhaling smoke When the cloud clears she’s gone The man goes home Someone is waiting
If you visited the Crossroads, what would you barter for?