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.
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I wouldn’t want to see one to begin with! Cas better behave, though.
Me either John!
okay, no hunting dragons, I think we can all agree on that – cool story!
lol yes thanks Claudia!
I would love to see a hunting dragon, just so long as it wasn’t hunting me. 🙂
The phrase “Stone crunched under my claws.” Intrigued me, is the MC a dragon too? Maybe a non-hunting one?
YES! A non-hunting dragon!!!
I’m with Steve, I’d rather like to see a hunting dragon myself, so long as I had Cas by my side. 🙂
I am not sure how useful Cas would be!