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Prickly Prompts - 1. #759 The Troll
Mirko petted the sleeping kitten rolled up on his lap. The troll had spread their vile poison again:
Poor attempt at a mystery story...meager imagination...paltry...no ingenuity...predictable plot.
It hadn’t taken long for the reactions to roll in. At the moment, the arguments were becoming increasingly heated. At first people had simply contradicted the troll, some even tried to uphold proper argumentation and pointed out especially well-written parts to refute the troll’s comments. Then the speculating had begun. Some thought they would recognize the typical lingo of certain members. Insults flew, feathers were ruffled. Mirko placed the kitten on top of the computer case, her favorite sleeping spot besides his lap, and got himself a coffee. Back from the kitchen, he pushed his notebook aside to make space for his mug on his cluttered desk. Then he locked the thread. Again. And banned the troll. Again. Not that it would help. They would come back with another username.
Sipping his coffee, Mirko thought of the ugly painting... of a troll he’d seen on a building in Cologne. Immediately Alex’ voice griped in his head. ‘Paintings aren’t ugly. Controversial, edgy, thought inducing—’ He blended out his art historian friend’s lecture. It had been ugly. The greenish-brown troll was shackled to a three-story wall. Eyes wide open, his mouth caught in a silent cry. What if it were their troll? And he let his meager imagination fly. Water ran down the wall. Wrists chafed. The troll shivered in the cold. Writhing against the wind and the pelting rain. And begging to be released. The painting’s colors became darker and darker. The only bright spot were the shiny handcuffs, gleaming in the last light. Finally, he vowed to never troll them.
The coffee was gone. Mirko felt decidedly better. Shaking his head at himself, he thought about ordering pizza.
‘Police investigate: Who painted best-selling author Solveig Meyer’s face on the body of the shackled troll?
I hope you liked it. Any thoughts? Comments?
As always @Valkyrie has been so nice to edit this. Thank you!
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