Sunday Photo Fiction
I know where it hides. I have viewed it from afar. I saw the midnight sky glow gold above the hideous creatures’ lair as flames gushed from its gaping mouth; silver smoke twisting and swirling above the blackened leafless trees.
I hear rumbling and roaring in the distance. 'Tis waiting. Biding its time 'til the right moment. It will come. This morning maybe, or perhaps tomorrow. It will be when the innocent folk of this rural hamlet least expect it; whilst their fair daughters frolic unguarded on the green, or wander alone 'cross the glade.
I am ready. I will not allow it to destroy these families futures nor their damsel’s dreams. I am prepared. My trusty steed is saddled, eager. My silver spear is by my side, its point sharpened, gleaming.
I slayed a dragon in days of yore. So shaIl this foul creature meet its fate, for 'tis time the legend be reborn.
Witten in response to the picture prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction and based on the legend of St George and the dragon.