The Fremont Troll
So one day you come to Seattle, you’re gonna see all the sites: Pike Place, the needle, statue park, EMP, etc
and then you hear the rumors
Troll sightings in Fremont.
You’re curious, you’re skeptic, you’re drunk because you managed to stumble from downtown to cap hill and you just had to stop in that one carnival themed bar, and you manage to stumble your way down to Troll Avenue
And then you see it.
It starts small, in the dark you can only see what appears to be random bumps in the concrete, the remnants of a VW bug, the hint of tires splayed out in front of what looks like nothing more than a rough, natural, wall under the bridge.
Then you move closer and the true horror hits.
An eighteen foot troll, grasping to escape it’s confines, it’s one eye staring at you forlornly-as if it’s almost sorry for the fate it’s about to impart on you, mocking you for ever assuming you could be more than a billy goat for its collection.
You can’t help it, you’re drawn to it, cars whiz past you just trying to get away from the Trolls stern mouth, from the beast that has long ago resigned itself to being the hapless monster of this town, a creature that is both a part of the land and constantly trying to crush it, to swallow its people and this city person by person, car by car, until it can finally escape it’s imprisonment under this man-made bridge that was ever fool enough to try and contain it
the Fremont Troll lives