Peering out from behind the boulder, I could see the plume of it’s breath. The fume, a cloud; glowing. It mixed with the mist off the lake until the entire night air was lit. Soon they’d see. Maybe throwing rocks to wake him wasn’t a good idea. But now, now they would believe me. Dragons do breath fire.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue’s Thursday #writephoto prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.
I love dragons 💜
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Me too! Thanks for visiting. 🙂
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💜💜💜
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Thank you, Sue.
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Excellent tale, Penny! 🤗
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Thank you, Beckie!
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Always a pleasure, Penny. 💓
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You stopped too soon, I wanted to see him!
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🙂 Me too! Thank you!
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They do indeed… and no, throwing rocks probably wasn’t the best move 😉
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🙂 Thanks, Sue.
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