Dragon Dreams
The dragon flicked it’s tail, a short impatient motion, and sighed heavily through it’s large cavernous nostrils, it was of course asleep and dreaming of days when it had once soared through the air and of the cataclysm that had trapped it here.
The sky itself had seemed to collapse in on the creature and it’s foot, the left one had been obliterated and yet here the dragon was here a life time on, it still lived in the voids beneath the rock. Initially the dragon had been hungry and then food had rained down through a hole it the roof, plump sheep and cows and pigs.
Occasionally about once a year a human female was trussed and gaged and wearing white robes that would fan out as the girls plummeted, would be pushed through the gap. The Dragon wasn’t really sure where they came from, they were too megre to be for it’s meal time and yet at the same time every year they would fall.
The dragon felt a sorrow for the girls but it was nothing compared to what it felt for itself, could the humans speak? It couldn’t remember but it was sure that they must have at least once, maybe this year it would catch her before she broke on the rock, maybe they would sing it songs, it remembered a song once and a child.
The dragon turned over, shot a small jet of flame from it’s nostrils and dreamt a new dream of pink stars and green cheese.
Posted: Thursday, July 8th, 2010 @ 10:14 am
Categories: Flash Fiction.
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