Friday Flash: Here Be Dragons
This week Chuck Wendig is back on the job, and he gave us a pretty simple and open-ended challenge: write about a dragon . He then suggested that we think outside the box, maybe do something other than the obvious fantasy story. There's another kind of dragon most of us meet sooner or later. Young Georgie conquers one sort in this story. Chuck gave us 2000 words; I used right around 1000 of them. You are welcome to the rest. Saint Georgie and the Dragon Lady The residents of Oakblossom Lane all knew her, and they were all scared of her. There were two or three cranky old guys who sat on their front porches and hollered, “get off my lawn!’ but they were scared of her too. The children mocked the old guys. They didn’t mock Mrs. DuMont. “Mom says she’s ruled this street since Adam was a pup.” “I don’t know any dogs named Adam. And anyway, dogs aren't very old, so that's not such a big deal.” Georgie fixed Alec with a disdainful sneer. “Don’t you know anything? Adam was the fir...