Prompt courtesy of Madison Woods and the Friday Fictioneers. Photo this week is courtesy of Piya Singh. Follow the links, read stories. This is the start of something larger, but feel free to criticize its lack of a resolution if you feel like it.
Owl and Raccoon were following a stream away from the river when they heard the cry. They ran toward the sound, chests puffed out like knights dashing to save damsels.
Instead they found a troll huddled and rocking gently, leaning against a water wheel bubbling with rust the colour of autumn leaves. They slowed, crouched and slipped forward. The troll sobbed and sniffed and babbled to itself. A leaf crunched under Owl’s foot.
The troll looked up, eyes and nose running so much as to make the stream jealous.
“You bad boys take goat?” the troll asked. “Love that goat.”