Photo Prompt for This weeks Writer’s Challenge:
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Dragon On My Bed Post
Briefly opening my eyes, I rolled over on my side and considered staying in bed longer. After all it was Sunday. Dozing off, I heard a loud cough and a caustic voice which had me reopening my eyes and sitting up in bed with pounding heart.
“Would you mind, terribly, waking up, I’m getting bored sitting here.” The creature attached to the voice said.
There at the foot of my bed, sitting atop one of the bedposts was a miniature dragon, a surly look on his face.
I stared, rubbed my eyes and stared again.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m real.” He responded to my obvious expression of disbelief.
“Um, you’re a dragon.” I said incredulously.
“He speaks and has some intelligence,” was the dragons reply.
“Wh … what are you doing here … are you real?” I asked.
“Hmm, I spoke too soon,” the dragon added. “Yes I-am-real, you’re talking to me aren’t you? And I’m here doing penance for something I shouldn’t have done, so I have to stay with a human for twenty four hours. My punishment.”
“Staying with me is a punishment?” I asked.
“You have no idea,” he said. A great deal of derision in his voice.
“Why me?” I asked.
“Why not?” He answered with a smirk.
“Why Earth, then?” I said, continuing to ask what I thought were fair questions upon finding a dragon in your bedroom.
“Because this is the worst place the Committee for Criminal Offenses could come up with on short notice.”
“Earth the worst place, ah, come on now,” I said, preparing to defend my home planet.
“Gee let me see …” He held up one of his claws and ticked off each point he made. “Well, you not only kill each other out of hatred and greed, but you consume far more than you should and are systematically killing off other life forms on your planet and…”
“Okay, okay,” I sighed. “You’ve made you’re point.” Changing the subject I said, “So you have to stay here for 24 hours?”
“Yeah, 24 lousy hours. Say you don’t happen to have a cigarette on you … well not on you but… do you smoke?” He asked, looking hopefully around the room.
“No, you can get lung cancer from smoking,” I answered.
“Oh okay, and no I don’t have any cigarettes. So why are you in trouble?”
“For smoking.” He replied.
“That’s a criminal offense?” I said.
“Yeah, just one cig. and my fire breathing capabilities go out the window. I become useless in the defense of my lair, not enough flame left to even light a cigarette.”
“Well I can see where that would be bad. So do you have a name?” I asked.
“Yes, yes I have a name. You have a name don’t you? Of course I have a name!” He was back to being rude and surly again.
“I’m called Puff, I’m Puff the magic dragon and don’t say a word about that stupid song. I’m still living that one down … frolicking? FROLICKING? Dragons don’t friggin’ frolick.”
He let out an irritated sound with a blast of steam and said, “The next time I sneak a smoke …” He paused but I could see he was really worked up so I kept my silence as he finished with …“I’ll make gosh darn sure no one can see me. Oh, just go back to sleep.”
“Earthlings!” He muttered, sticking his head under his wing, steam seeping out.
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