One Last Loop (185 Words)
Jane stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. The morning air was humid, warming. It felt strange to be standing there. But after everything that had happened she had no choice but to go.
It had been quite the adventure and the revelation of a dragon living in the sewers had shaken her. She needed to move somewhere less crowded—somewhere she could at least pretend was stable.
The taxi pulled up. Jane lifted her suitcase and went straight to it.
“The Atlanta airport, please,” she said.
“Yes ma’am, right away.”
The man’s voice surprised her. Jane looked up just in time to catch the dark eyes looking back at her.
“Davy…?”
A small green head shot over the head rest of the right front seat. “Blaaah!”
“Oh for heaven’s sake.” Jane glared at the baby dragon. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m driving you to the airport,” said Davy. “Scout’s honor, cross my liver and may I be struck. That’s all. Unless…”
She challenged him. “Unless?”
His voice was a little softer but somehow, a little less light. “Unless you want something more.”
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Written in response to Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner’s Photo Prompt. Check it out!
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