I’m so tired. I’ve been at this since the beginning of time, flying around up in the jagged mountains, down in the lush, green valleys, over the flowing rivers, and across the deep, blue seas. And there are just so many towns and villages can a dragon burn to cinders and ashes with its fire breath.
And then there are all these irritating little hero wannabes out there with their puny little swords or bows and arrows who want to make a name for themselves by slaying the dragon. Yeah, right. Give me a break. Listen, deep down I’m not a bad guy, but a dragon’s gotta do what a dragon’s gotta do, am I right? It’s in my nature.
But I gotta tell you, this whole shtick is beginning to be a drag on me. Hey, did you see what I did there? It’s a “drag on” me. And I’m a dragon. Ha! Who says dragons don’t have a sense of humor? I bet I coulda been a smash at one of those comedy clubs in the villages if I hadn’t burned them all down by breathing my fire breath on them. That’s what you call bad breath. Ba da bing, ba da boom, eh?
But I digress. Yes, I’m misunderstood, imposing, and feared, but all in all, I’ve had a good run. I think the time has come for me to retire to my lair, to spend my golden years relaxing and binge watching “Game of Thrones” or some other stupid show with their bullshit depictions of dragons. And sure, I may occasionally swoop down and grab a damsel or a knight for a late night snack. Just for grins, you know.
Written for the What Do You See? prompt, now from Sadje, over at Keep It Alive, who has taken this prompt over after the passing of Hélène Vaillant earlier this year. Image credit: Google.