This week's Flash Friday had an awesome picture.
So it was easy to come up with a story. I give you, "The Dragon."
Valentina mounted Moonbeam and dug her spurs into his sides. He reared back, then raced across the field. She clutched the reins tightly. He was stronger, more furious than her own horse. Valentina ignored the pain as she rattled around inside the too-large suit of armor, which had belonged to Charles.
She had but one thought: find the dragon that killed her brother.
And slay it.
So many men—good men—had fallen victim to the vile reptile. Valentina knew that she, too, likely would...
A distant flame caught her attention.
“How long has she been like that, Mrs. Stanhope?”
“Two days. Ever since she heard that Charlie passed. I think she still blames herself.”
Dr. Stone lit his pipe—which always helped him relax—and approached.
“Valentina? Can you hear me?”
She turned her head and locked eyes with the fire-breathing beast.
At last, revenge will be mine, she thought as she surreptitiously withdrew the dagger concealed beneath the saddle.
Feel free to share your thoughts on "The Dragon."