This is an old story I’ve resurrected for #fridayflash!
Cries rent the morning air, like a knife slicing through butter.
Startled – and afraid – I grabbed the dog and rushed indoors.
Cas barked in my arms and shook his blond head. Stone crunched under my claws.
The cry came again, piercing my ears like a needle.
I shut the door just in time. The shriek cut off in the middle. I sagged against the heavy stone gratefully.
Cas licked my nose, rubbing soap suds over my face, and barked. I let the dog jump to the floor.
Cas shook himself, lay down, rubbed himself dry over the carpet.
I didn’t care. As long as I was alive.
I never wanted to see a hunting dragon ever again.