Concerning dragons

He fixed me with a baleful stare as my pencil scratched.

No wings. Or flames.

Nevertheless, I still fancied myself a modern St George or Beowulf, heart hammering against my ribs, my sketchpad my sword.

Bored with his audience, he slunk away, leaving me to gloat about meeting a dragon.

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