Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week I am delighted to see that Al has treated us to one of his own photos, cute and not quite terrifying!
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.
Click here to hear me read this 90-second story: Dragons
I have always loved dragons.
And not just Puff, who is clearly in a league of his own as far as lovable fire-breathing lizards are concerned.
I long ago wrote a sequel to his song, because no one that fabulous should be left in a cave for eternity.
People laugh at me, but others too, I feel, get a bit of a raw deal.
Like Smaug in The Hobbit, killed as a precaution, after just doing what dragons do, stealing and hoarding wealth.
And what about the poor unnamed beast butchered by the bloodthirsty St George while already in captivity?
This in the name of Christianity, according to the tales.
Even the king of whimsy, Lewis Carroll, has the Jabberwock decapitated.
Now I am a nice guy usually, pretty easy going, slow to anger.
But some of my business competitors find it amusing to mock me as soft, because of my affection for these scaly monsters.
Mine is a ruthless business, so I have been known to respond unpredictably.
I believe in irony.
So when some tough guy says that dragons don’t exist, I just smile.
And drop him with a splash off Alligator Alley.