Dragon Tale

I sighed shifting my head on the cold stone and looking at the wall.

The neck chain rattled mimicking my depressed mood.

I didn’t like the cold.

But what sun-worshipping dragon would?

I hadn’t meant to kill the little human. Honest. It was an accident.

I’d never killed a human or any of the little two-foots before.

I was sick from that old deer. He’d told me he was sick when he’d asked me to kill him.

I couldn’t let the meat go to waste, could I?

Paid me back with double gut cramps.

I just laid out on the grass and moaned. Until the two little humans came up.

I tried to politely tell them to go away.

I was afraid I might puke, and you don’t want to be around when that happens, human or not.

But the damn witch who froze me in this shape meant speech was out and a wing flutter meant zilch to them.

And then it happened.

I burped. Totally innocent little burp. Right in the man’s face.

Of course, at multiple hundreds of degrees, he stopped breathing and fell right down.

His beautiful companion did, too. Fortunately, she wasn’t close enough to get hurt.

Just the sight of her lying there stirred my inner workings that had nothing to do with that deer.