TROLL STORIES

Chapter 2.

Branch was now a 25-year-old man, the memory of the miss ghost only became an almost forgotten childhood fantasy, his grandmother who still lived was a sweet old lady who no longer walked, confined in a wheelchair while her beloved grandson worked On the floor, Branch looked up to see her from time to time because when he closed his eyes he was afraid he wouldn't wake up again.

—Grandma! —Branch ran to her leaving her job, after a few seconds Rosie opened her eyes.

—Relax Branch, I was sleepy, you shouldn't worry so much about me, you're already a man and someday you'll have to let me go.

—Don't say that, Grandma, you know I don't like listening to it —Branch sat next to his grandmother's wheelchair.

—But it's true, I can't say that my life was perfect, but having you with me made me happier, so I have no complaints, you're already a man. When are you going to look for a life? A good woman, have children and get out of here, you are no longer the boy who said he had a beautiful pink girlfriend in a lake.

—Grandma doesn't start! —Branch crossed his arms—, that was just a childhood game, I don't even remember how it started well.

—When you were a child you used to talk a lot about her and how beautiful she was, you were so cute saying you would wait for her —Grandma sighed as she laughed softly.

—Aha ... Yes grandma, a ghost will come after me and try to take me with her —Branch rolled his eyes— Let's stop the nonsense, it's almost lunchtime, I'll prepare you something delicious —Branch took the chair from their grandmother and together they entered the house to prepare lunch.

Branch started cooking but realized he was lacking water, so he went to the fountain at the back of the house.

—I'm going for water, it won't take long —Branch went out the back door to the well, took the bucket and threw it into the water, the surface of the water that remained calm was disturbed thanks to the bucket, the dance of the water acquired a strange hypnotic pattern that made him lose everything. sense and sanity, he was inadvertently dragged into the well.

—Branch! —Her grandmother's voice was the last thing she heard from the outside world, when she touched the water she felt as if she had entered another dimension, a lake of pink crystals that gave the water a pink glow, perhaps it is the lack of oxygen or some intense blow that caused such a hallucination, but it was so vivid, before his eyes that the memory of childhood buried in the depths of his mind returned, the beautiful girl who one day saw in the lake appeared before his eyes, it was Poppy , so magnanid and beautiful, and like that time he fell again for his beautiful smile.

—I'm back Branch —Poppy approached Branch to the point of being within millimeters of kissing him, the young blue troll was too caught up in the magic of that beautiful meeting that he didn't stop to think much about why everything, he just closed his eyes and asked his pink girl for a kiss, but the kiss could not be given, an external force broke all that reality, Poppy winced at that intrusion, Branch wanted to stay with Poppy but that force was so powerful that nothing he could do, he was swept away by a supernatural current and swallowed by darkness, when he woke up he saw his worried grandmother crying and some neighbors who pulled him out of the well.

—Granny —Branch spoke quietly as he regained consciousness.

—Oh my gosh, I don't know what would have happened to me if something had happened to you! —Grandma was crying uncontrollably, Branch reached out to wipe tears from her grandmother's face.

—But boy, what the hell were you thinking of falling into the well like that? —One of the neighbors scolded the absent-minded boy.

—I don't know ... I got dizzy —Branch decided not to say anything of what he had seen because it would be taken as crazy.

—Are you sure you weren't drunk or wanting to die? —The other neighbor questioned him.

—Leave the boy alone, surely it was just low blood pressure, if the grandmother hadn't called us, I don't know what would have happened —The first neighbor stopped his partner's questions.

—Thank you seriously —Grandma thanked the two trolls, Branch leaned against the wall of the well to sit down.

—Just let me rest, I'm fine grandma, I didn't mean to scare you like that, my pressure just dropped —Branch tried to persuade his grandmother that it was only due to low blood pressure, Rosie was saying something to him, but Branch's mind was far away. He didn't pay attention to her, the memory of Poppy was so strong that he would swear that he could feel her next to him, smell her scent and even hear her breathing, he was still captivated by that resplendent beauty. Was Poppy really just a childish fantasy or did it really happen?

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Greetings, I really have not seen many readings of this story but I still kept translating, I am learning English and I must say that it is very complex, especially when they speak with modern words and slang (I do not know if it is the correct word) I still continue learning and I hope to entertain you with my strange and clumsy books with dubious translation.

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