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There was once a little woman who lived a very ordinary life in a small town at the foot of the mountains. She worked in the grocery store from 10AM until 2PM every Tuesday and Thursday, offering samples of food to shoppers. When her shift was over, she’d hobble through the store with her basket in one hand and her cane in the other, choosing the best vegetables and occasionally a small cut of meat. She always made sure to catch the bus home before rush hour. Mondays and Wednesdays she worked cleaning house or minding children after school until their parents got home. On those days, the parents would drive her home or call her a ride. In any case she was never a mile or two from her cottage next to the old forest - next to it, but not quite in it. When she was younger, she used to keep a garden of flowers and edibles, but the ground had gotten as tired as she was, and so she worked at the grocer’s for the convenience of good produce. She had no pets, but often chickens or a c...

Some men attacked him, forcing him from his below the bridge home. He wandered aimlessly. He was a  #troll  without a bridge. On a whim, he boarded a train headed north, luxuriating in the plush seats & all the delicious conversations flitting around the train car. - Jonathan Roman @deft_notes Gaping impolitely at a giggling woman with a young man whispering into her ear, the troll heard a voice over his own shoulder. "Ticket, please." The troll flinched, causing bugs and bits of riverbed to shake out of his grizzled hair. The voice came at him again. "I need your ticket, sir." A smallish person came within the troll's view, hand extended. "Sir?" The troll was surprised by his own voice, which sounded like gravel rolling underfoot. He'd heard himself roar, and snarl, but never words. He made shapes with his lips to speak them. "What's my ticket?" The smallish person sniffed, and pushed smallish glasses up a tiny ...