Bloghop July 2018

And another one of those… I seem to be too busy in between the bloghops to post much. Pleas forgive me. The latest in a row of catastrophes was the death of my youngest’s pet rat and a second pet rat injured himself when he fell out of the cage. Somehow my days fly past and I don’t get much writing done. Only translations (English-German) are feasible and cover art for some clients.

That’s the reason why my entry today is only the beginning of a story. The rest is still in my head. Enjoy, and don’t forget to visit the other participants too.

Under the Bridge

The water fifty meters below me was black as tar as it flowed toward the sea. This high up in the crisscrossing steel beams of the bridge’s construction, it looked like tarmac. A strong breeze tugged at my breeches, carrying the scent of salt, seaweed, and crustaceans with it. Instinctively my long, flexible toes dug deeper into the steel. It groaned. Together with the thrumming of the passing cars, the sound reminded me of a lazy jazz piece.

I smiled, glad I didn’t have to hide my tusks. As necessary as it was, I was tired of lying about what—who—I was. But down here, there was less light than in the shady bar my human friends and I—naturally in my human disguise—frequented. I enjoyed my true shape.

Hoicking up a considerable amount of snot and spit, I let it fly into the night … never saw or heard it hit the water. I sat and dangled my feet over the gray steel balustrade, marveling at the size of the rivets—also gray and bigger than the palm of my hand. And I did have a big hands all things considered.

It was surprising that humans, these frail creatures, had created something so … so solid. I stroked the metal disregarding a few splinters of rust and paint digging into my green flesh. What’s a little pain if you know you’re doomed no matter what.
Not caring one bit (after all everybody was doomed one way or the other) I spat at the river again. It looked like the road to hell.

And on nights like this it was.

Been there, done than. Only Hell doesn’t do T-Shirts—especially not my size. My low laugh shook the steel beams, but then I shuddered. It hadn’t been the best of times. And now I was waiting for an old … well, you couldn’t exactly call someone from hell a friend, but he’d been the closest to a friend I’d had at that time.

Maybe I’d take him to that shady bar. With his horns and cloven hoof hidden, he’d clean up much nicer as a human than I ever would, and he’d smell nicer. Not of rotting meat and dumpster like I did.

But who cared? I was the one who collected the bridge toll which meant I was the one with enough cash to pay for drinks.

It didn’t matter how good my disguise smelled, only that I had one. What innkeeper in his right mind would let an eight foot troll with a three foot devil in tow into his establishment, even when all customers were lying with their heads in pools of vomit and stinking of alcohol and piss?


Don’t forget to visit the other participants. Enjoy their stories:

Story Suds and Scales by Eileen Mueller
Black and White, by Bill Bush
Summer Siren, by Elizabeth McCleary
The Birch Tree, by Juneta Key
The Zoning Zone, by Vanessa Wells
Secrets, by Elizabeth Winfield
Team Building Exercise, by Samantha Bryant
Another Time, by J. Q. Rose
Beginning Again, by Karen Lynn

15 thoughts on “Bloghop July 2018”

  1. Bill says:

    Clever! I’m looking forward to more!

  2. Brilliant! I love it!
    Can’t wait for the rest!

  3. Juneta says:

    Nice beginning. The tusk threw at first but I caught on soon enough. I like the way you slowly revealed your protagonist.

  4. Barbara says:

    What a great beginning. I can only imagine the adventures a bridge troll and a devil can get into. 🙂

    1. Cat says:

      Yes, that#s an interesting way to approach it. I was thinking how unlikely it would be to turn this into a Romance short story. 😀

  5. Love it! More please!

    1. Cat says:

      I’m planning on lengthening this with Holly’s Short Story course.

  6. J.Q. Rose says:

    My picture of the narrator changed with each paragraph! Amazing. Excellent teaser. Not sure I’d want to visit that bar!! Keep going with this fantastical story, please.
    JQ Rose

    1. Cat says:

      I will, promised. It’s on my todo list for this or next year.

  7. I loved the way you sprinkled in the details before the reveal of what our narrator was. @mirymom1 from
    Balancing Act

    1. Cat says:

      Thank you. I’m glad you like it.

  8. Vanessa says:

    As always, I loved it. You really are a genius about bringing fairytales back to life.

    1. Cat says:

      Which fairy tale do you think it is?

  9. Elizabeth says:

    Ooh… can’t wait to see what happens next! He’s quite something, isn’t he. 🙂

    1. Cat says:

      I think so too. It’d be a challenge to turn this into a Romance, but I’d love to try. 😀

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