Goblin Tree (158 Words)
Once, a goblin stole whatever he could from a human village, jewels, apples, and buttons. He was lean-limbed with fierce gold eyes, but his hands, though slender, were like talons.
His one weakness was a human woman. When their love became known, the village threatened her if he did not surrender himself. He surrendered. I can’t tell you how many different ways they tried to kill him, but nothing harmed him. So they buried him alive. Some say these gnarly roots evoke the goblin’s reaching hands, clawing for escape.
“Ugh. Mommy.”
I ruffled the little girl’s hair fondly. “It’s true.”
She turned. “Is it true, Daddy?”
He held up his hands playfully, crooking them. “Oh aye, don’t you see the resemblance? It’s a good thing I cut my nails.”
“You’re not a goblin! Silly! You’re not scary at all.”
“Well now. That’s not a nice thing to say.”
She glared at him with his own clear, golden eyes.
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Response to Daily Prompt and Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Prompt.
WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP 
A meshing of fairy tale and bedtime story with a glimpse of reality at the end. Rounded, enjoyable storytelling.
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Wallie thanks you!
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Great story! Love how the story became a bedtime story to a child and the last line is wonderful! Very well done! Welcome to the FFfAW challenge. We are happy you have joined us.
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Thank you! Wallie and I are glad to be participating. Thank you for your kind words.
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My pleasure! 🙂
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The goblin perhaps survived! Lovely tale.
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Wallie thanks you. He and I are glad you enjoyed. 🙂
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Nice tale:)
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Wallie and I are glad you liked it. Thanks! 🙂
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delightful
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Thank you 🙂
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Gratefuul for sharing this
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