The threat that I had dreamed about returned in a recurring daytime reality.
The troll returns to stalk me. Because I didn’t burn his bridge. He bears some ill will towards me, but not in copious amounts, because I didn’t “burn his bridge”. Someone else did.
During the day, he complained to his colleagues. They told him he shouldn’t have invaded my boundaries in the first place.
Prompt from MLMM, “Never burn a bridge you could push them off later.” First Line Friday. Goto their linky to add link.
Your illustration is excellent. I love the way you have depicted the troll. perfect.