Navin brought the dragon to his lips and kissed her tiny nose. “It’s time,” he said.

The dragon nodded, unfolded her shimmering wings and launched. In ever widening circles, she exhaled over the frigid land.

Navin smiled as banks of white capitulated to a triumph of green and riotous color.

Mary Haynes splits her time between sailing in Florida and dirt-dwelling in Burlington, ON. She is currently writing short stories and plays.