A Return To The Goblin Market
(After Christina Rosetti's classic)
"Come buy, come buy" Liz heard the call from somewhere near, such a familiar call to hear; though she could not say why. She stood waiting for her date by the river's running water till sunset came and caught her "That fucker's running late," she thought and moved to go. But then she heard again, some distant cry "Come by our stalls, come buy" The voice was near, far, above, below. Again, she thought she knew its sound; s...