The Troll Is Lurking

His hatred has drawn him out of his hole, pushed him over the line, the line he watches carefully, because, above all, he wants to be safe. He has let the bile within him take over, and it drives him to make an offensive move, a move that will also open him up to possible reprisal, and he knows it, but the potential to harm the other is worth the risk. So he writes the letter and submits it as a court document. The letter claims that she is a child abuser, even though he knows that to be untrue. In some twisted universe, one without any consequences for lying about another, he might get away with it, might win. He must always win, even if he has to cheat and leave bodies battered and bloodied in his wake. She defied him once. He said "I will destroy you!" and has lived two-and-a-half decades with that as a purpose that keeps him moving. He is patient and waits for his chance. Here it comes. Parry. Thrust! Hit the mark. But now he must run. He cannot be caught out in his lie. That would ruin him. But a shadow finds his tracks, is on his trail, his cowardly retreat.