“So Billy… You say this Troll suddenly appears, shouting, “Who’s that trip-trapping across mah bridge?” then eats yer brither. How come Wee Billy didnae just turn and run?”
Goggle-eyed. Sweaty. Then, bleating inspiration: “There were two o’ them!”
Fairytaleshire. A policing hell. Plod hated it. Characters always changing their stories.
Thomas Malloch writes short stories mostly. Sometimes, he even gets published.