Goblin Run

On Midsummer’s Morn, the maidens come from far and wide, eager to find a husband. A simple task, you might think. All a girl needs to do to win is walk a thousand barefoot paces to the cathedral on the top of the hill and claim her man. But she had better not walk. She had better pick up her skirts, free her legs and run. Just as fast as she can. Because she won’t be alone for long. The goblins have her scent. The climb is deceptive. It is not steep, but it is continuous, unrelenting. If she tries...

July 23, 2021