It’s once again that time of the week. Thanks everyone for dropping by and leaving comments. You can find links to other snippets on the Six Sentence Sunday website.
Last week, we left the main character… dangling (sorry, I couldn’t resist). So what happens?
My breath came in ragged gasps, so I stopped breathing. Unfortunately, not before I caught a whiff of fetid breath and the stench of wet cement. Just great. A troll. I’d never heard of one this far from the mountains. Could this evening get any worse?