Friday Night Drabble Party!
Another Friday is upon us and what a Friday it is!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
On with the Drabble!
A thrust of the blade and the craggy troll fell. It clutched at its belly, its knees sinking a foot deep in the muck and mire that made up the long neglected lane.
“Why ya done that to me, pally?” the troll asked. “I weren’t gonna harm ya.”
The boy stood there, troll blood dripping from the blade in huge, chunky globs. He didn’t reply. He didn’t move. Only stood there and waited.
The troll nodded. “Tis my lane to protect, but ya had all rights to pass. I stopped ya. My death is on me.”
The boy nodded. “Aye.”
Disclaimer: It ain’t about the gold, but all about the road.