Legging It #writephoto #shortfiction

‘Stop, or forfeit!’

Martin Underlay stopped and frowned. The voice sounded intimidating but its source remained hidden. Was this some teenage trick? He took half a step towards the bridge and squealed as what appeared to be a small hairy rodent with waving arms rushed him. This apparently bimanual squirrel grabbed him round the left leg and drew back some sharp brown teeth intent on biting Martin’s shin.

‘Gerrof.’ Martin’s reaction, both instinctive and born of many years as his club’s centre back, was to kick out hard and launch the hairy attacker over the bridge. It landed with a grunt and followed it with a furious howl, before righting itself and hurtling back across the bridge, still determined, or so it appeared to perforate a soft fleshy part of Martin’s anatomy.

This time Martin was ready. It was much like receiving a hard but direct back pass, only with arms and hair. He brought back his leg and connected sweetly.

Whatever it was flew even further and landed in a gorse bush. This time its howls were of the affronted and pained kind, but, once again it stood, a little unsteadily, eyed Martin with a deep visceral malevolence and began to run.

Martin had to admire its resilience while marvelling at its stupidity. He watched as the creature’s little legs pumped, though by the time it reached the bridge, he could see it was flagging. He braced himself and rocked on the balls of his feet as his delusional opponent began to cross the rickety wooden structure. It reached the near side and stopped abruptly, holding up one hairy-backed and gnarled hand.

Martin kept his position, fearing a trick.

‘Do you know what I am?’ The yellow-eyed nobbly thing peered at Martin.

‘A loony?”

Whatever it was did a stretching thing that increased its height to about two foot six. ‘Well, that’s nice, I must say. How often do you come across mythical creatures?’

Martin stopped rocking. ‘I… never.’

‘Quite. We’re rare and should be treated with respect.’

‘You tried to eat me!’

‘You didn’t stop so you agreed to a forfeit.’

‘I did not.’

‘Yes, you did. I said ‘Stop or forfeit,’ and you kept coming so forfeit it was.’

‘No, hang on, just because you said it doesn’t create some sort of contractual nexus between us.’

‘Contra….? Are you a lawyer?’

‘Well, as it happens, yes.’

‘And you know about custom and practice, ancient rights that pertain to the use of certain lands?’

‘Yes , of course, but I’ve never heard of one that involves forfeiting a limb to a maniacal rodent.’

‘Well, you have now. This is my bridge, has been since before time immemorial…’


‘Well done. Anyway…’

‘But you can’t be…’ Martin did some mental arithmetic, ‘over 900 years old?’

‘Why not?’

‘No mammal can survive…’

‘For a lawyer, you don’t listen, do you? I’m mythical.’

Martin began to feel he would have been better going shopping with Sharon rather than trying this new walk. ‘There aren’t any mythical creatures.’

‘Ok, smart-arse, what am I?’

‘I… well… that is…’

Whatever it was held out its arms and titled its head while it waited. ‘You want a hint?’

Martin nodded.

‘Billy goat gruff.’

‘Bill…? You’re a troll?’

‘Tada! Top of the class. And what do trolls do?’

‘Guard bridges,’ Martin proffered tentatively.

‘Two points to the lawyer with the mule kick. And if you try and cross a bridge that’s guarded by a troll without paying the fee, what happens?’

Martin looked around quickly. This had to be one of those TV set ups and this fluff ball with fangs had to be animatronic or something. ‘This is a joke.’


‘I… because I’ve crossed countless bridges and not once have I met a troll working as some sort of carnivorous toll gatekeeper.’

The troll sighed. ‘Have you seen a dodo? A roc? No, they’re extinct. It’s not easy trying to maintain the old standards, at least not since the introduction of the motor car.’


‘Oh use that sharp legal brain. We’re just so much roadkill. No one looks hard a squished smear to see if it’s a badger or a troll. And then there are the guns and…’ it shuddered.

‘Extraordinary. You really are a troll?’

‘Cross my heart and hope to get a slice of your calf before you go.’ The troll dribbled a green gunk making Martin step back.

‘But you’re so… you know. Small.’

‘Sizist are we? I’m diminutive, of limited stature, altitudinally challenged but I am NOT SMALL. I am average for a North European troll.’

‘But the books have you as these fearsome giants.’

‘If you average farm labourer thought we were this size, how likely are they to pay up? And given we are naturally ferocious, if we took a piece out of their leg, how likely are they to admit they’d been bitten by something smaller than their pet cat? Myths suited them and us. Symbiotic, see.’

‘Is the only way to cross the bridge to forfeit a body part?’

‘No, you can pay. One gold coin.’

‘I… Er I don’t think anyone has gold coins. Well, not respectable lawyers.’

‘Respectable lawyers? Isn’t that an oxymoron? I’m currently accepting five different sorts of hard currency or cryptocurrency and all major cards.’

‘Your kidding?’

‘Of course I’m sodding kidding. Cross this bridge and I eat a part of you.’

Martin looked at the the defiant troll, its arms approximating a double teapot. ‘I’ll go back. Thanks, but I’m rather attached to me.’

‘You could fight me. You’ve kicked me twice.’

‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘Oh and you think depriving me of my one chance of a meal is being kind?’

‘Is this all you do?’ Martin couldn’t help but be interested.

‘I scavenge a bit. Some food banks are run by the serially myopic and with a hat and an old shirt I can get away with being Italian or Spanish. But the pickings are slim and two tins of tomato soup and a chorizo sausage are no substitute for a couple of fingers.’

‘I could bring you some meat. Not human and it would have to be dead but still…’

‘Really? I’m quite partial to game. A bit of lamb too.’

‘You know, these days with online trolls you should market yourself as a brand leader for the legions of contrarians and disputives out there.’

‘Nah. Just a couple of chops and I’ll be okay. But thanks.’

‘Does that mean I can cross the bridge?’

‘Sod off. I may be mythical, but I wasn’t born yesterday.’

This was written in response to the latest #writephoto prompt

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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20 Responses to Legging It #writephoto #shortfiction

  1. This is terrific Geoff! Makes me think of ornamental bridges in a totally new light!

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  2. Ah now – I thought trolls lived under those stolid and solid stone and brick affairs and would have felt perfectly safe from them, wandering languidly over that delicate structure….

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    • TanGental says:

      Thank you Irene. How are you coping now Oz is easing lockdown?

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      • Hi Geoff. It didn’t make a lot of difference to us as we walked the dogs twice a day as normal and everything else moved to zoom. The only thing that we can’t do that we had planned on was some travel and I fear that is some time in the future to come.
        Hope you are faring well.

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      • TanGental says:

        Much the same as you really. We managed to have the kids do our shopping and so got to see them at a distance. The london lockdown is easing now, both officially and unofficially. Still lots of social distancing but a lot more meet ups . The weather has been marvellous that staying indoors is a trial. All shops reopen here in a couple of weeks and schools start next week. We will see what happens then.

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      • Yes I think that will be the danger time. I have noticed here that many think it is over and forget to social distance. Still Australia to date has had very little impact compared to the rest of the world. Good you could see your kids even if from a distance.

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  3. arlingwoman says:

    I thoroughly enjoyed this. Somehow, I knew it was a troll on its second go at him. A fresh modern fairy tale for adults…

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  4. Sue Vincent says:

    Next time, I suggest coming armed…. with a nice haunch of venison 😉

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