Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17
I knew what lurked beneath that bridge
Could smell its carnal-house reek
But I was the oldest, I couldn’t refuse it.
‘Okay, Mr Troll, I’m crossing it now.’
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17
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crispina kemp 
Such a pretty bridge to give such an evil resident below 😉
But I like it!
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Bridge, scene of some of my teen-years flirting. But not with the Billy-goat Gruffs.
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Thank goodness!
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It was a place of dares, since the line was still open to the occasional goods train. But me, I never took chances. Those heavy steam-breathing beasts, froze me proper.
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I can so picture it as exactly that!!
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It wasn’t so overgrown in those days. And while in its heyday there had been a station not far from the bridge, the goods train chugged along without stopping at far as Reepham (about 15 miles on).
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I bet. Time and nature.
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Waits for no man. 🙂
This is part of a favourite walk of mine. So I’ve watched the changes over time. Since I was a noxious schoolkid, though to now. I believe there’s more fungi now 🙂
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I love it! And your comment about the Billy goats gruff
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I thank you, Violet. It was fun to write.
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That’s bravery is it not?
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Referring to the Billy Goats, or to my comment about playing dares?
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To crossing
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Ah 🙂
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Hey. Small and sweet. 😊
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I’m a writer of extremes. Either it’s epic, or microscopic!
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Both are great!😋
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I thank you. 🙂
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Ah, poor Billy goat… one has to go first. I love it.
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Indeed. Glad you liked. 🙂
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Fantastic…That troll lives in a lovely location 🙂
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Wait till you see what it really looks like … 🙂
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