Tea, Biscuits, and Trolls (99 Words)
“Why are we doing this?”
Pommie ignored her husband, pinning cobwebs across the door of their cave.
Griddur sneezed. “But Pommie,” he pleaded, “you know I’m allergic to dust.”
She paused and gave him a sympathetic pat. “It’s only for today,” she said. “Will you help me scatter the bones?”
Her husband groaned. “Do we have to?”
“That young knight is coming tomorrow and he’s expecting a haunted cave, not two elderly trolls. I’d like to help him. He looked so excited.”
“But what if he hurts us?”
“That,” said Pommie, “is what the tea and biscuits are for.”
Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Check it out!