Twelve-year-old Warren finally stumbled into the clearing. He was tired of Jean and Bobby complaining that the treasure map he took from the trunk in Grandpa’s basement was bogus.
“I told you we’d find it,” he said.
“Find what?” asked Jean panting. “It’s just a wall and a bunch of junk.”
“Wait,” cried Bobby. “A giant keyhole with dragons on either side.”
“Fake dragons,” Jean smirked.
The brick wall flexed like plastic and they heard a gigantic burp. Out popped an old bird fountain.
“Excuse me,” said the dragon’s voice from inside. “I ate too much junk food last night.”
It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image at the top to prompt the crafting of a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
My story is pretty much “stream of consciousness” with a little editing. I just started writing and the words arranged themselves. I probably haven’t had enough coffee yet this morning.
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Very clever!
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More like sleep and coffee deprived when I wrote it. Thanks, Violet.
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Haha, love the dragon’s voice and character already, this one has legs James!
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Thanks. Typically my dragons have four legs, actually. 😀
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Made me smile. How polite of the dragon 🙂
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She certainly is, Linda. Thanks.
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