Flash Fiction: Love Song

Love Song
She popped up, with that crooked smile on her face, and strew butterflies all around. Then she skipped away over the beach, occasionally picking something up. A colorful flower? A curious rock? An odd piece of driftwood?
At night, when she slept, I  chased her shadows away.
She was the maiden.
I was her dragon.
When we reached the boiling red water that surrounded the dark lord’s abode, I grew ten times my size and flew her over.
There she smiled at him, handed him her bouquet of flowers, then hopscotched to another dawn.
And finally he saw a rainbow..



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