Once it soared, glorious.
Now watery eyes observe him.
He holds out his pipe. They played this game when it was new hatched – until his eyebrows were singed clean off.
There is a rumbling. A wispy flame ignites the tobacco, and a glimmer flickers in those eyes.
A dragon’s smile.
Brian Maycock lives in Scotland. He has work forthcoming in the British Fantasy Society’s Horizons magazine.