The Wandering Troll
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 ...