Thanks to Piya Singh for this week’s photo prompt.
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‘There’s a troll lives there.’ Thomas points with a grubby digit.
The mill race is little more than a trickle. Ferns ruffle its edges and moss softens the tumbled stones.
Sarah shakes her head. ‘No room. Trolls is taller’n you sitting on my shoulders.’
Thomas isn’t sure how Sarah has learned this tantalising fact, but she’s older by eighteen months, so perhaps this kind of knowledge comes with age.
‘Wanna go down anyway?’ says Thomas.
Sarah shrugs. She prefers butterflies and sunlit meadows to cold damp hollows.
In the darkness, the creature holds its breath.
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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. See the (gorgeous) pic and write a story of 100 words to go with it. Full Ts and Cs here.
Uh-oh! Misinformation can be more dangerous than lack of information — especially when it comes to trolls!
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Watch out under those bridges, Joy, is all I’m saying. You just never know where one might be skulking 🙂
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And apparently it might be smaller than advertised, too — not even requiring a large bridge to hide under!
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Haha! Quite right. Though as a creature of magic, perhaps they can hide their large bulk under the smallest bridge … Best to avoid, just in case 🙂
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Just lovely
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Much appreciated, Neil 🙂
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That was a scary ending…unless Sarah decides to stick with meadows. Nicely done.
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Let’s hope she does and persuades Thomas to do likewise. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Ah… I think it’s better and safer to follow the lure of butterflies (and just maybe there are unicorns there as well).
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I really want to know: Did they or didn’t they? I loved this!
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I think that I may know this particular troll, if so he is a grand old chap, as long as you don’t mention that he smells dreadfully. Problem is that he has no teeth and so only eats snails cooked in Old Peculiar. 😋😋😋
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Oooooh! I’m really wanting to know more about this! We’re on an adventure … or a horror story.
Great, Lynne! 🙂
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“In the darkness, the creature holds its breath.” Whoomp! You got me by the scruff of the neck at that point, after all of that lovely, innocent back-and-forth between the two!
Beautiful dialogue and characterization.
I LOVE this story.
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That ending packed a punch! Totally made me gasp after the naive banter between the two kids. Fab Lynn!
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Thank you lovely X
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Creepy!! That last line! Butterflies and sunlit meadows, yes please! 🙂
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Thanks Maria. I like the idea of a bit of both, really. A nice bit of creepiness is fun – as long as there are no trolls waiting to eat me, of course 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Even Trolls are small before they get to be big. A piece of information Sarah has overlooked. Nicely done.
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Quite right, Sandra! Thanks for reading 🙂
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Heheh I love your little fairy tale! I think Sarah is making stuff up as she goes along. I contemplated a troll living in the cottage too, but thought against it. Hehe
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Wow! Must have a troll-esqu atmosphere to it, that place 🙂 Sarah may well be making it up as she goes along – only time will tell … 🙂
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I so love this. I was all delighted by the children’s banter and then, whomp! Such a fun story.
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Thank you Gabi! Kind of you to say so. I did enjoy writing it, I must say. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Dear Lynn,
You had me gasping and holding my breath at the end. Clever story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you so much, Rochelle! A great photo prompt that produced some lovely, magical stories. All the best 🙂
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You had me with “Troll” in the title! 🙂
Exciting and scary. Just how I like my stories. I see this ending with either two very frightened but wiser people or a troll with a nice, full belly. (Is it bad that I’m sort of rooting for the troll? I mean, they have to eat too, right?)
Great job, Lynn.
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Thank you. Absolutely. If the kids escape, bad luck for the next goat that comes along, but if the kids are eaten, well, you have to think of the troll babies that need feeding too 🙂 Glad you liked it
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Which way does Sarah jump? Lovely cliffhanger.
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Who knows? Perhaps the kids will escape, perhaps Sarah will charm him and become a troll bride. The possibilites are endless 🙂
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Another great read. I think Sarah will agree to go to in, but hang back, and run away at the last minute, leaving her brother to his fate, because there’s chocolate cake at home and she wants all of it 🙂
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Haha! How many kids would at least consider that? Siblings can be a problem. And one can never eat enough chocolate cake 🙂
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A nice little bedtime tale…or maybe not.
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Well, if people are prepared to read the Little Mermaid to their children, then why not? 🙂 Kids just love grim tales too, don’t they? Thanks for reading 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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🙂
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Great ending. The monster actually exists and is waiting on her decision, will he be fed. Scary.
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Trolls get hungry too, I guess. And you can’t wait forever for a goat to pass by 🙂 Thanks for reading
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Excellent story – feeling sorry for the poor troll!
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Haha! Had a few responses rooting for the troll. Maybe he has a family to feed – babies going hungry for want of human children to eat. There’s always another side 🙂 Thanks for reaing
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You are the definition of genius.
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Haha! Can’t believe you dropped the g-bomb 🙂 Thank you, sweet lady, you’re very kind.
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