Wewriwa and a Dragon

Another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors!

If you have no idea what that is, here’s the skinny:  Every Sunday, a whole bunch of writers across the blogosphere post an 8-10 sentence snippet from one of their current projects.  Sound intriguing?  Check out the rules here, read this week’s entries, and sign up on the linky if you’d like to join.  Hope to see you on the list.

I decided to jump a little outside the box and include a snippet from a short story I intend to offer as an exclusive goodie on my soon to launch Patreon.

Background:  A dozen children have gone missing from an Arctic village, and one man has decided to confront the beast everyone believes is responsible.  But the confrontation doesn’t go quite as he expected.

You humans, so focused on your self-centered guilt.  The Ice Dragon tilted her head, studying John like a bug.  There is nothing you can do.  She reared up and her wings spread to lift her into

the air.  

“No!” John debated the wisdom of throwing himself at her, but she paused to stare down at him.  “If you don’t take me to her, I’ll find her myself.”

The Dragon lowered back down, until her wide snout stood close enough for John to touch her, and feel her cool breath.  All the others gave up and walked away. 

John lifted his chin to show a bravado he didn’t feel in his trembling heart, and he thought about Johnny and Alice.  “I’m not like them.” 

 

The final version probably won’t play out like this, but I do like this exchange between these two.