Dragons say that people aren't real. I know better.
Flying over the mountains the other day I spotted something moving below me. I flew toward the horizon and there at the edge of the woods I observed a human.
I dove for a closer look, it ran into a cave.
Why did our kind fear them? It was tiny, weak, and dripping with fear. I could smell it. Our ancestors had eaten them. I wouldn't. There was no meat on them.
Perhaps if I had a plate with ten dozen or so, then I could make a meal. No way.
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A Taste of Fiction
Short StoryThis is a collection of 100 word stories which are known as drabbles. They are perfect when you need a taste of fiction.
