Flash Fiction: Dragon Fire

Flash Fiction: Dragon Fire

Grandfather said dragons are like the sun. Constant. Brilliantly shining. Bringing heat and life where their clawed feet tread. Holding back the cold night of space. If occasionally a spark escaped and set a building ablaze, well, it’s a small price to pay. I remember waking in my grandparent’s one-room cabin, shivering beneath my blankets.

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