I dropped my piece of toast, butter-side down.
“What the … ?” I stared. Blinked. Stared again.
But it was really there. Without a doubt. On my pantry shelf there sat an emerald-green dragon, all of four inches long from small smoke-spouting snout to lithe, whipping tail, its scales glittering in the light that fell through the doorway from the kitchen.
“Sssss!” it hissed at me.
“Sssss to you too!” I hissed back at it.
I should have known right there that I wasn’t quite in my right mind – having a hissing contest with a miniature dragon, rather than running screaming from the pantry or at least backing out slowly and carefully and then gently soaking my head in a sinkful of cold water until the hallucinations went away.
There was a knock on the front door.
Excellent!! Loved it. Felt like something out of a Harry Potter novel.
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Okay….obviously I have not gotten into the swing of things here. Just found your awesome webpage, and I want to read the rest of the story. Aaargh!
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There isn’t any more of that story … yet! Someday it might turn into something…
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Yeah, I got it. Good hook.
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