Flash Fiction # 342 -- Connor of Northgate/26

 Trolls moved close by with a grumble of words and growls, and the shadows paused close to the opening.  Connor stepped back into the darkness, moving carefully -- so careful not to step on bones -- and away from the door until he reached the back wall.There he found that the trolls had dragged his father's casket away from the wall and tipped it on the side.  He slid into the little space