her arm, Vesta tiptoed toward the wounded moss-colored dragon. The creature
whimpered, and tendrils of smoke escaped from his flaring nostrils. He stomped
his feet, nearly bumping against the trees. Black blood oozed from the wound
where the short spear punctured and remained in his forearm. Vesta glanced
toward her cottage, but she could barely see it in the nearby valley. Perhaps
she should’ve brought some water to clean the dragon’s wound. Oh, well. She had
no time to go back.
It hurts. The dragon’s words vibrated
through her mind.
you know.” She grasped the spear in two hands. “Close your eyes. I’ll pull it
He squeezed his eyelids shut. Be quick. Count to three.
ground and yanked on the spear. “. . . three.” The spear loosened and popped
out. The momentum forced her backward, and she fell on her behind.
brushed it away as she stood. A breeze brushed against her uncovered head. She
yanked her cloak’s hood over her hair. If
anyone saw the violet strands . . . . Then, she fastened the cloth over the
wound. “There. All better.”
would track game in the forest.”
food instead of snatching a free meal.”
other dragons? We all love easy meals.
His forked-tongued darted out and licked his lips. He eyed her like a juicy
otherwise? Besides, my kind is even rarer than dragons.”
Bio: A self-proclaimed bookworm, Cherie Reich is a writer, freelance
editor, book blogger, and library assistant living in Virginia. Her short
stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies. Her e-books include a
horror novelette titled Once Upon a
December Nightmare, a short story collection with authors Aubrie Dionne and
Lisa Rusczyk titled The Best of Raven and
the Writing Desk, the futuristic space fantasy trilogy Gravity, and The Foxwick
Chronicles, a series of fantasy short stories. She is a member of Valley
Writers and the Virginia Writers Club.