The Prince and the Goblin

He followed the goblin woman. “Aren’t these woods, cursed?”

“Nah,” Marigold said. “It’s fine, I live here.”

Prince Hambert gulped. “You’re sure?”

“You’ll get to your wedding and nobody will know a thing!”

Neither noticed he’d shrunk an inch while turning green.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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