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Friends in Low Places
He staggered painfully out onto the expanse, feeling more than hearing the pounding waves as the tide rolled out to sea. It had been so long since he could feel anything positive, that even the hungry sucking sounds of the water as it pulled at the base of the rocks was a welcome entreaty.
She’d been gone for more than a year at this point, and with nobody left, the darkness had convinced him it was finally time to join her.
He looked up, judging that he was about half-way across, he turned and contemplated the horizon… stepping closer;
One step,
Two steps,
Three steps…….
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Harold, the troll under the bridge, startled awake and the shuffling sound from above. The man was obviously not paying attention to his surroundings.
Harold reached up and hooked a hand solidly on the rocks, preparing to leap up and confront the trespasser. After all, this was his bridge. Admittedly, it was more of a rocky arch over the ocean, but all the good bridges were taken, so here he lay, waiting for some tasty morsel to become his dinner.
The man had stopped half way across.
