➝ hxjh

What day was it now? He pondered and looked up from his choice of reading for the day. Everything had gone too fast for the fable to catch up on. Putting away the book he lifted his hand to gently massage his temples. This is what remembrance did to him, and why he never did it on purpose. He managed a sigh before the bell over his shop door went off. Lifting his head, in perhaps a more hasty motion than he had intended or wanted, he greeted as always. “Welcome.”