Happy New Year!
Here is my offering for Friday Fictioneers—a weekly challenge to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt.
See you in 2016!
Of Stout and Dragons
Ned sips his eighth pint of stout and gazes out the pub windows, watching the pink dragon chase birds in the parking lot.
His hand curls protectively around the glass.
Tom slides into the chair beside him.
Ned pulls his beer closer. “Isn’t it a law they can’t sell you more drink if you’re already drunk?”
“Aye. Sal will cut you off.”
“How would she know if a chap was too far gone?”
“If you see visions or can’t walk, maybe.”
“I’m seeing pink dragons, man.”
“You’re crazy,” says Tom, his lips curled in disgust. “All our dragons are blue.”
