Memoir of Goliath

In the habit of teasing, she sometimes told him that she wished he didn't come. But she always invited him. Goliath took solace in that, accepted her invitation knowing how it was issued. In spite of everything, the years in one place, Golliath always wondered where he lived. The child of badness, the bully in his heart, swallower of pride, he had stood in front of minions who adored him, then failed them and didn't die or vanish. He walked from the site of his misdeeds head cast down, not wanting to be seen. He didn't hide. just slipped away not un-noticed but shunned.