Flash Fiction # 152 -- Trolling for Trouble

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My troll partner Grik and I sat in a small storage room. Grik is huge, even for a Rock Troll. He took up most of the space except for a corner under a shelf where I sat with my knees pulled up to my chin. Grik sat much the same way and was no happier than I was.

"This sucks." I twisted my head and hit it on the shelf above me. Again. "If something