When the Midwest and Trolls Collide

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Twenty minutes of grooming later, Grant tumbled down the wooden stairs, passing the family portraits on the wall. Stone giants smiled and waved at him from picnic tables, on top of tractors, in school plays.

He grabbed his coat from the hall stand, went through a doorway and crossed the plush carpet of the living room to the kitchen door. His mom flipped pancakes in a cast-iron skillet over a gas burner. Two miniature women in red bonnets stood on stepping stools, setting a taller than average oak table.

“Morning, Inga,” said Grant. “Morning, Helga.”

“Morning, Grant,” said one of the nisse. The other small woman giggled.

“Morning, Mom.” Grant kissed his mother on the cheek. “David’s on bowl patrol.”

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And so it goes. Our goal for chapter two will be to build a small Midwestern town in which it's okay to have trolls on the basketball team.

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Mirrored from Writer Tamago.