The old troll paused, surprised to recognize his surroundings. This walk hadn’t been planned, yet here he was, standing atop the same stone bridge he used to live under so many years ago.
He straightened his brown velour vest, smoothed out his fancy green tie. His manicured claws sifted absentmindedly through the loose gold coins in his pocket while he enjoyed the scenery.
Life was much simpler back then. Warm fires, rushing waters, the occasional chatty traveler. He never realized how good he had it.
The troll continued along the worn path carrying fond memories he wasn’t sure he wanted.
