THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
February 25, 2017
With a bit of neat footwork, the damsel in distress avoided the first goblin. The second goblin was no match for her speed. She simply outran it. When the third goblin came looming at her from the corn field, she veered hard left and sprinted to the silo. She tore the door open, entered, and slammed it shut. The metallic clang echoed in the great empty cylinder. She gasped and panted. Searching for a weapon, any weapon, her eyes flicked glances left and right. She heard the goblin at the door. She saw the door buckle under the unseen assault. It fell. The goblin’s roar of triumph spun a circular path up the walls and away. It must be a dream! It must! she thought in wildest despair.
Nope.
