A man of science, Irvus the optometrist didn’t believe in enchantment. But a dare was a dare, and he wasn’t about to cede his convictions to a bunch of old-timers at the Pickled Sow. It was the 5th century, for Heaven’s Sake. The last known dragon had gone extinct a hundred years ago.
The climb up the scree to the cave was steeper than it appeared from a distance. His borrowed twin-bladed battle-ax weighed a ton, and if the rusted iron weren’t strapped to his back, he would have abandoned it on the dirt track below. Sweat dripped into his eyes and plastered his hair to his scalp. He renewed his determination to begin exercising, again… maybe.
Then he saw the old skull.
His boot crunched on a human spine twisted like a skeletal snake. Farther up, a rubble of sun-bleached bones littered the loose stones below the cave’s gaping maw.
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I love that story – click over people, it’s a real delight.
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I did too 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks for sharing, Michael.
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Diana’s ‘The Optometrist and the Dragon’ was most delightful…it was fun reading it again! ♥
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It’s a great story 🙂
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Thanks so much for the great prompt, Sue, and for sharing the story. It was fun to participate as always. ❤
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I loved the story, Diana 🙂
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I loved this clever dragon story!
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So did I 🙂
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😀
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