by Colleen Foley
Light spears into my eyes in a slow rhythm,
synchronized with the pounding in my head. It’s streetlights,
flickering past as Seth drives back to the hotel. I shift in the seat,
“You all right? Nate?”
To hunters, the notion of
seeing a goblin is as fantastic as sighting a unicorn. Of all the evil
things ever imagined, they’re one that really doesn’t exist – so far as
we know. Looking at Seth, and recalling the thing that was like
nothing I’ve ever seen, goblin is the only word that comes to mind.
I close my eyes and keep silent.