Sharon pointed over
the dashboard to Ben’s left. She was staring out the carriage window, leaning
against his arm. If she’d looked at him, she would have seen his jaw clench. He
fought against the urge to snap. It was Sharon. He managed a gruff “Mmmm,” and
tapped the controls to lift the horses’ blinders on their left.
The dragon roared
down the highway, moving straight and fast. It was carrying a full load, then,
in the packs loaded on the cage surrounding it, leaving it little room for free
movement. That suited Ben just fine. Fast, straight, and gone was all he
wanted, watching it out of the corner of his eye.
As it neared, he
could see this one was a large female, brilliant red, with a dramatic black
fringe around her ears and under her jaw. She was a broad-faced Chinese, with
phosphorescent patches in rows over her eyes and down her snout, glowing orange
in the cold night air. As they shone yellow, Ben pulled the reigns to move the carriage
in the far lane. “Watch it—she’s gonna flame!”
She inhaled and
blew out a long straight yellow flame, releasing the energy that built as she
ran. It poured straight up into the air and hung above as she raced underneath,
disappearing into the night sky. “Whoa,” Sharon breathed. She turned to watch
the dragon freighter race past them and out of sight around the curves they had
just cleared. She leaned her head on Ben’s shoulder. “Wow, aren’t they
magnificent?”
It was all he
could do not to push her away and scream.
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Time
writing:
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15 minutes
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October
word count:
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2,921
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