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Bus Story: Riders with Riders

May 7, 2016

It’s a small. Lilliputian, really. So much so, I thought I had a smudge on my glasses rather than seeing what I’m seeing.

The backdrop for this smallness is an average sized gent, wearing all black, including a fedora. The hat, to be honest, is no longer really black, but has taken so much of the world onto its crown and brim, that it is the color of rich, nutrient-filled soil. The man is puffy in countenance, as if stuffed with something mushy, like oatmeal or over cooked risotto.  His unwashed light brown hair drapes from under his hat, reaching and cascading over his hunched shoulders. And his mud colored eyes are small and disturbing as they look upon the ridership with a vacant, almost hungry gaze.

Tucked into the wide ribbon band encircling the hat is the aforementioned very small being. Roughly speaking, it’s human shaped. It has a head, a torso, two arms, and two legs. But that’s where the similarities end. The head and face are more like burls and knots in a tree trunk, and the appendages at the ends of the teensy arms are curled and wicked looking. I can hear it, quietly singing to the man, despite there not being any sort of mouth.

People think gnomes are cute. They dress them in frippery and cast them in plaster for their gardens. But the gnomes from deep within the earth are cunning and malicious. And their golem-lore, the ability to craft large, soulless beings to do their dark bidding, is vast and truly frightening to behold. 


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