Guest of Honor

Long flight. He wasn’t used to it any more. When young, he flew all the time, riding thermals or dashing in and out of clouds. Now, his red scales faded to a dull pink, moving his wings, even to stretch, left him regretting the effort. Still, he’d promised he’d be there for the gathering and if he didn’t quit dilly-dallying around, he might not make it there at all. Imagine that, a dragon arriving late for his own funeral b

Advertisements