The man sat on a mossy log, lost in morose thought.

The goblin squatted in front of him. "They say that those who enter these woods do so to find themselves, or lose themselves."

The man did not respond.

"Which kind are you?"

"None," the man mumbled, "both."

"Did you succeed?"

"... no." The man looked up. "And you?"

"I came to find you," the goblin grinned.

"Me?"

"You are missed."

"I am?"

"So your village elders said when they hired me. Shall we go?"

"... yes."
#MicroFiction