Week 04 Story: Gathering of the Year

Gathering of the Year Emity turned off the sidewalk into an alleyway lit brightly from the strung lanterns overhead. The painted black door of the coffee shop stood proudly at the end. H A V E N was stamped in big, bold golden lettering. The brass doorknob was cool against her slightly translucent fingertips. She opened the door and walked in. Soft piano music accompanied by the clatter of dishes and quiet murmuring of patrons wrapped around Emity. The last home for her kind welcomed her back. Patrons ranging from spirits, like her, to duwendes to nagas to dullahans sat at tables near windows or at the bar. Most were enjoying the food and drink the cafe had to offer. Emity chose a table apart from the other patrons and sat facing the door. Minutes later a large man with thick black hair and a pencil mustache trundled through the door. His chin was held high with his shoulders back in a wa...