("...I guess it's just me now..." went the goblin who was just editing stuff here, adding "...so chat with me is you like, if not I will my wager then...")
repost from elsewhere
the goblin remembered coming across the very toy in the flea-market that he had always wanted in his childhood, and in that way at least the flea-market to him seemed very much like a sea that often washed things up from his past, the goblin picked up the toy, took a long look at it and then finally put it back as if to let it drift away till next time then, saying "...well, I suppose my growing old is like this letting go here..."
3