Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Fifty-Five

The townsmen chained her to a charred wooden stake and ran away. 

It wasn’t long before the sound of leathern wings foretold the coming of the beast.

He landed before her and she lifted her chin and stared into his eyes.

“Afraid?” the voice echoed in her head.

“Afraid of an overgrown gecko?”

She heard a sound like a thousand kettles boiling and it came to her that the dragon was laughing.

“Come,” he said and she climbed onto his back.

As they flew away she understood his nature. He would not eat her but she would never return home.

©jj 2019

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