Despite the turbulence of my July, I dedicated myself to finish crafting the exclusive pieces of flash fiction for my patrons. With Understanding finished, I stepped away from the turmoil in my life and focused on my next creative outlet, a Historical Fiction. Thankfully, when I pulled the results for July, I knew the character who would propel this tale forward. Samuel and his majestic dragon Pearl would serve as the focal point of this blending of Historical Fiction and Fantasy.
With my protagonist firmly entrenched, I leaned on NYC Midnight to find a prompt for Samuel’s latest journey. However, at first, I didn’t know how I’d slot my criminal hunter into a story around a fishing hole. After a brainstorming session, where I tossed multiple thoughts on the wall like spaghetti, I waited to see which ones would stick. As the thoughts slid down the wall, I plucked the clinging storyline and crafted a low-impact story where our intrepid collector of criminals takes a break in search of a meal.
Sit down with your own meal as Samuel guides his dragon in search of some fish.
As Pearl carries Samuel over a forest, the dragon rider grabs his stomach as he points out a lake. Will Samuel find fish for them to eat…
Samuel gripped his stomach as he pressed his forearm against Pearl’s neck. The dragon slid toward the earth as Samuel’s grip tightened around his belly. He licked his lips when a lake came into view. “Those calm waters should be full of plump fish.”
Samuel patted her haunches and pointed at an empty stretch of the shoreline. Her wings pulled into her side, and they dove towards the water. At the last second, Pearl’s wings opened, catching the air, which drastically slowed their decent. When they reached the shore, Pearl dropped to the ground and curled up.
Samuel unhooked his pack and rifle and slid down his dragon’s back. He landed on his feet and started dusting off his legs. “How about it, girl, would you like something to eat?”
Closing her eyes, Pearl bobbed her head and shoved her snout under her coiled body.
With a chuckle, Samuel rubbed her hide and looked over the lake. “Of course, you want fish, but you’re not about to help, are you?”
Pearl’s shoulders rolled while she thrust her maw further under her chest.
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