A Dwarf's Life -- In Brief (Episode 3)
We Were A-Rockin' And A-Rollin'
To Gromdahl's dismay, before he had time to react, before he really even had time to fully realize what was happening, the vines had already wrapped around the cart's axles and had begun to tighten around Bessie's ankles as well. The goat tried to bolt, tried to escape from the creepers’ infernal grasp, but she was held fast to the spot and could only bleat in terror. Gromdahl released his grip on the crank and drew his axe from his belt with a bellow.
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The Boy Who Wasn't
I walked out my back door and there he was, the boy with the dark brown hair and the Nerf gun. Looked like he’d stepped right out of the ‘80s. It shocked me more than I care to admit. Not because I didn’t know him, or because he was trespassing on my property. Not because of the mischievous twinkle in his eye as he ducked behind the abandoned hot tub in my back yard. Not even because everything about the kid screamed a hot summer day in 1986. No, it was something else . . . something less . . . tangible. It was the feeling – no, the certainty, the absolute conviction that the boy wasn’t really there.
By Laura Pruett7 months ago in Fiction
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