So...I'm
participating in an online writing workshop, and one of the days was
telling us that we need experience, observation, and imagination, and
to write a short-short story.
Imagination
is what I need to work on, so I asked Ava, “What should I write a
story about.” She said, “A dragon and a ballerina, but make sure
the ballerina was flying on a dragon.” Then she got involved in
watching Dora and left the rest to me.
The
dragon laid down,
curled
his tail around to his side,
so
Princess Ava could climb up on his back to ride.
Draco,
the night guardian of
the sky,
had
been watching over the castle
for centuries,
ambivalent
about people,
his
goal was only to keep the peace.
The
bangs and crashes of their fighting
disturbed
his daytime
sleep.
After
being alert all night,
into
the depths of the castle
where
it was quiet and dark,
he
would creep.
Little
Princess Ava,
having
just learned to twirl,
practiced
her pirouettes everywhere,
and
as she danced she sang.
Today,
she bumped into a statue in the hall,
abruptly
stopping
her.
She
noticed a door nob
that
she had never seen before.
Squeezing
behind the statue,
she
turned the nob.
With
the latch released,
a
once invisible door
opened
into a dark hall.
Not
afraid, but curious,
she
squeezed back out from behind the statue,
and
skipped and twirled her way
up
to her room to get a flashlight.
On
the way she sang
about
the invisible door
and
the wonderful and pretty things
she
might find inside.
Flashlight
in hand,
she
started down the hall.
It's
walls were filled with paintings
of
a world she had not seen yet,
as
the four year old princess
living
in a castle
on
top of a mountain in Greenland.
Trompe
l'oeil trees
up to the ceiling,
green
grass covered in brightly colored flowers,
birds,
and
squirrels,
she
found a new wonderland to explore.
As
she turned the corner,
she
ended up with
her little
face
to
a great big strange face.
She
stopped singing.
Draco
spoke, in his calm deep voice,
“Don't
stop making that noise.”
“What
noise?” posed
the princess,
“I was just singing.”
“The
singing. Please continue.”
That's
how they met and became best friends,
a
little princess, and the great Draco.
He
loved to listen to her sing.
As
she danced around the castle,
her
sweet little voice would
lull him to sleep
while
he laid in the dark tunnels underneath.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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