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(c) almostsummersky

(c) almostsummersky

Myself, a bottle of SoCo, and my flashlight were in the woods, heading towards the trestle. At that point, I was planning on drinking the SoCo, sitting on the trestle, and maybe calling an ex-girlfriend’s voice mail. The flashlight was because it was dark out by the trestle at night. The only light out there is the moon and the train that comes every few hours, and neither of those were useful for walking around. I’m not a big flashlight person, and even less of a drinking by myself in the woods person — so I wasn’t exactly using the flashlight in the most effective ways. I’d say about 90% of the time I was using it for scoping out the trail, and about 10% of the time I was pretending it was a lightsaber. It is during that 10% time that I first spotted the troll.

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J. A. McCarroll is an footloose American writer and amateur bread baker from New York. Fresh from a three year stint in the Mediterranean, he's currently studying for an MSc in social anthropology and losing his tan in London.

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