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.
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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.