An Orc So Tall
There she was. The orc working at the grocery store, so tall she didn't need a step ladder to reach the highest shelves, so strong she easily hauled cases on her shoulder while she worked.
The goblin stared for many, many heartbeats, unable to think or move.
"Can I help you find something, honey?" the orc asked with a smile, bright pink painted lips accenting her spring green skin. She knew of the goblin, had seen her countless times, and was glad for the chance to talk to her at last.
"Please. J-jam. Please jam. Moonberry? Jam?" the goblin spluttered, at a loss, out of breath, mind suddenly blank.
The orc handed the goblin a jar from the case on her shoulder, their fingers briefly lingering, a few seconds to be a forest. "Fresh, just for you, don't tell a soul." the orc breathed and the goblin's cheeks illuminated rubies.
"Th-thank y-you," the goblin prayed as she backed away.
The orc smiled and turned her head slightly as she adjusted the case on the shoulder, moving to put it down, breaking the eye-line for just a moment. "My name is... oh... you're, gone."
The goblin was several isles away and attempting to catch her breath. The orc was somehow more gorgeous in person, up close, where her perfume subtly swirled, honeysuckles and morning rain evaporating and luck engraved on fine paper.
The goblin closed here eyes in embarrassment and promised herself, next time.
Next time she would introduce herself.
