Trolling Through The Park One Day
Once upon a time, two days ago, there was a family of trolls who lived in Central Park and were expecting a visit from some out-of-town members of their clan.
Basic understanding of trolls acknowledges that the ugly slow-witted characterization works best for legends and fairy-tales, but recognizes the fact that the majority look and behave just like human beings. You may or may not also know that trolls are often superb singers and that some, occasionally, upon exposure to sunlight, may turn into particular stones, landmarks. This may help you later on.
So — because this is not folklore, the trolls look much like you or me, and because it is not a fairy-tale it doesn’t start once upon a time, but rather two days ago, 12th of December, at noon.
This was an annual pilgrimage for the visitors from Los Angeles. After stops at other troll memorials in the park, such as Worthless Rock near Harlem, the two coastal households headed towards Rat Rock at the southwest end of the park. Some of the older trolls in the United States believe that this particular chunk of Manhattan schist is composed of a group of ancestors who were scared out of a hollow by Frederick Olmsted’s surveyors, while the younger generation suggests that some of their kin fell asleep after an outdoor concert in the park and were transformed when the sun came out. An unusual sense of time and chronology is universal among trolls.
They arrived at the rock in the morning and joined the other boulderers already there, climbing all over its jagged surface. At noon, I watched as a couple from the west coast, who later told me they had in fact actually been friends of Frank Sinatra’s, lead the whole group in singing “New York, New York”. They told me that it was Sinatra’s birthday, as well as the rest of this story I’ve just told you.
I may go back next year to corroborate all this. As to Ol’ Blue Eyes, I’ll let you draw you own conclusions.
Fourteen of thirty-one stories — 500 words or less, written one-per-day during December 2018 — The Hunt & Peck Parables PatchWord Quilt™©.
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