I forgot I had written this earlier this week for the photo prompt at Madison Woods. I’m not sure if it’s concurrent with this morning’s story or if it takes place in an alternate universe.
Goblin snapped the small finger bone in half and sucked out the marrow. He tossed it to the growing pile by the rocks. He smacked his lips and ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure no bits of flesh remained between them.
He leaned back, content.
Those kids had led him to a chance encounter. The large, filthy man was so terrified, horrified, petrified, the goblin had easily hypnotized him. Now he had a willing slave.
The big man returned from the creek with a bucket of cold water. Goblin smiled, pointy teeth glistening, and planned his revenge.