Troll

by J.S. Apsley

I flee down the tunnel mouth below the river; confused, breathless. The heat and darkness oppress me. Above, behind, everywhere; a snarling: the creature I dare not see. Must not see.

I stumble, aching for neon lights which signify “Exit”. I see a figure there; incandescent with fear. He has my face; he is me. Guilt excoriates my senses. What have I done?

Her body, crippled and bloody, flashes in my eye. I stop as though struck by a bullet, clapping my hand to my forehead. I am the ugly creature that lurks in the shadows.

I am the troll.

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J.S. Apsley is the pen name of an aspiring author from Glasgow, Scotland. He won the Ringwood Publishing short story prize 2024 for his debut fiction submission, Immersion. See www.jsapsley.com

 

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