Flash Fiction: Hearth and Home

The old matchmaker never saw the household kobold attending hearth and chore. But it was her business to know the signs of a lonely woman, even a small invisible one.

With offerings of cheese and wine, she enticed an unseen suitor from a local mine.

That night, she smiled hearing the sound of lovemaking somewhere beyond her walls. Soon the house was happy, and in the years to come the patter of children never seen was worth their occasional, harmless prank.





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