A hush fell over the inn as the old wizard entered and shook off the cold.
“Will ya be sharing a tale tonight?” The innkeeper asked.
“Perhaps. Once my hunger and thirst are slaked.”
“Done.”
In time, the wizard began.
“Before man, before magic, a wizard walked this world alone…”
Based on the Fifties by the Fire prompt: Write a fifty-word story (fiction, CNF, or poetry) about a seasoned storyteller.
Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
Excellent story, Mark!
I felt as if I were sitting in that inn.