Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven

It’s a twisted road to the wyrm’s lair. 

Even hungry as we were, it took us a while to pluck up our courage.

Brightstar lay on her treasure watching us through half-closed eyes.

I began to sing, and as my song seduced the beautiful one into sleep Denny crept close. He was supposed to take only one bar of gold and run. But he got greedy.

Seems that gold is as seductive as music.

She ate him, belching one delicate gout of flame when she had crunched the last bone.

But she paid me in gold for my song.

©jj 2019

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