In the last post: The troll easily brushed the tough little robot aside, now nothing stood between it and Alf...

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Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 21

Alf gasped. The troll had flung Crusher sailing through the air as if it weighed nothing. The robot was small but heavy, and even Alf with his colossal strength had trouble lifting it off its feet. The troll roared, clapped its jaws, and set its hungry eyes on Alf and his basket of magic toadstools.

If the troll got his hands on them, Alf had a hunch they would break the curse that kept the troll turned to stone. Then it would haunt the estate forever more, hiding under a bridge somewhere, terrorising passers-by.

No, that would never do. As security guard, it was his job to keep trespassers out of the Cloud Estate, and that included trolls. Right now, however, Alf didn't feel so happy about his responsibilities. His future looked no rosier than Crusher’s.
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He spun and ran back through the trees as fast as his long legs would carry him, and the troll came thudding behind. Alf leapt over bushes and boggy puddles so fast that wind whistled in his ears, but the troll kept pace and drew closer. If only I had wings, thought Alf. But such equipment was for angels, not for sinners like him.
To be continued…

Image by Maurizio Lanciotti from Pixabay

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Like to know more about Alf, Bert and the rest of the gang? You can read their chaotic history in What on Earth.