When you tell someone you have a dragon and they tell everyone. Everyone thinks you’re crazy.
Walking into school I could feel everyone staring. My dragon coiled its tail around my neck so tight I could barely breathe. I knew no one else could see it.
At lunch I sat alone under a tree. Rob sat down beside me. I glanced over at him. He twitched and rubbed his ear.
‘I can’t see your dragon but I believe you when you say it’s there,’ he said, ‘I have a goblin, it drives me crazy.’
We smiled at each other and my dragon licked my nose.
They sat holding hands on the rail of the bridge bare legs swinging.
‘Should we jump?’
‘I don’t know it’s a long way down.’
‘Other people have done it.’
‘We don’t have to.’
‘Will you think I’m a coward?’
‘No just the sensible person I fell in love with.’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
‘Let’s do it.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes I trust you.’
Together they slide down so their feet were on the bridge and their arms still on the railing. Then still holding hands they jump into misty air and fell towards the river.
This is a fictional short story fragment.
My thoughts are my thoughts and my thoughts alone.
Don’t read them unless I offer, they’re mine to own.
Here I offer them up for you to read, if you choose.
But don’t take for granted, that the rest are yours to use.
They may be on paper, no longer in my head.
But don’t assume they’re there, just to be read.
They’re there because I trusted, that people understood.
That they were mine, not yours to read, I didn’t think you would.