Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Here’s my first attempt at a 100-word story, after Andy’s proposed writing exercise.  I’m not making any promises as to a publication schedule, but I will try to write a hundred of them.

Dragon Bait

By the time the dragon approached the clearing, the last of the villagers had already fled, though not before checking the knots that held her to the post.

“Is it true,” she asked, staring boldly into a purple eye the size of a cart wheel, “that dragons can smell maidens from a mile away?”

“Can’t say,” he answered. In a trice, the monster was gone, and a very familiar young man stood before her. “I’m not really a dragon, you see.”

“What a coincidence,” she exclaimed coyly. “For I’m not really a maiden, you see.”

They lived happily ever after.

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