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Black-Jack-Davey had been on the road since sun-up.
As twilight descended filching the last of the colour from his day he came upon a village.
Up ahead he could make out a little stone bridge and what he took to be a garrison turret.
On the far-side of the river were lights.
As Black-Jack approached the bridge it started to rain.
“Who goes there!” cried a gravelly voice.
From under the bridge lurched a hideous troll who leered at Jack and demanded, “Be ye friend or foe?”
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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Could this be written by Trollkin?
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Quite possibly… 😉
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