Posted on December 9, 2021 at 2:15 AM
A truck pulled up past the charred hotdog stand by the empty grey beach dotted with driftwood or dead seals. Honey looked round: mom nodded from her Cherokee. Teetering in her heels Honey walked up to the cab and smiled. The little ladder was like a ladder, leading up to a trapdoor which was open. A hairy hand reached down. A giant in his cloud.
-From "Honey Trap and the Trolls", one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.