By Lynn Kristine Thorsen
We all had a dragon. Our dragons were of a middling size. They were big enough to be slightly terrifying, but we could still give them a scratch behind their ears.
The dragons came from the wishing well in our village. When the well appeared, there was a lot of wishing for gold, stalwart stallions, dry cottages, and good harvests. Once everyone had the basics, they wished for more exotic things, like dragons.
Our dragons were always hungry. No matter how hard we wished, there wasn’t enough cattle to feed them. No one says they miss them, but I still do.
Interesting story. Thought provoking.
Guess we do need to be careful what we wish for
I love wishing stories and their unexpected consequences. Yours was funny and intriguing. Loved the “scratching behind their ears” which makes them sound like lovable dogs.
The first sentence should read: “We each had a dragon,” or “We all had dragons.”
“We all had a dragon” suggests that a group of people shared ownership of a fire-breathing reptile.
Not necessarily though, as it’s being told through a fictional narrator’s voice, not the author’s own voice. Perhaps that’s how people spoke in days of yore 🙂
Love the realism of wishing for dry cottages 🙂