The young dragon let out a soft mew as she stretched out on the tile floor. The attendant pushed a broom by the dragon who attacked it. The dragon's tail swished side to side, stirring up the dust and dirt that had settled on the floor. The attendant picked up the young dragon, cradling her in her arms, her own nine tails swaying,
"Come on, sweetie. Let's get you back with the others"
The attendant carried the little dragon back to the others. Many were asleep, but a few looked up to the attendant with wonton stares. She slid the little dragon back into her cage. Tossing a few treats in with her. The attendant shut off the lights, closing down the store for the day.
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The Dragon; an Anthology
General FictionA collection of short stories and poems all written by me.
