Flash Fiction Double Feature – Dragons!

For last week’s Flash! Friday, you had to include a dragon, and I ended up doing a part 2 of another flash piece I’d written for Flash! Friday a few months ago, titled “After the Sea Monsters”. It’s technically set in the same world as my NaNoWriMo work for this year, though quite a few years before the action of that story takes place.

After the Sea Monsters

White sand littered with the night’s detritus of shells and seaweed was crushed by the captain’s wooden leg as he walked. Anchored within sight was Drakeklou; the last ship that he would be the captain of. Beside him his elderly dragon hobbled over the sand and smelled the air, her warm breath a swirling mist. She, too, yearned for open air, endless waters, and the thrill of fighting the sea monsters that would otherwise drag the tall ships to the crushing depths.

“One last trip, hey old girl,” he said softly, leaning against her to rest his injured leg. “One last adventure before all three of us retire.”

She lowered her head, her imagination letting her soar over the waters just like every other morning.

Arad’s Dragon

Arad was five when he was rescued from a sinking ship by the dragon, Draka, who accompanied the tall ships to keep them safe from sea monsters. Draka took him back to the port city and watched as a family adopted the orphan boy.

Draka watched as Arad grew into a young man who sailed out to the islands and kept him safe from the sea monsters on every journey.

Draka watched as Arad married and had children of his own.

Draka watched as Arad grew old and sailed his ship, Drakeklou, for the last time.

Draka watched as Arad died in his home behind a locked door.

Draka watched as Arad’s body was taken to the stone tomb and felt the pain of death.

Draka sat beside the tomb until she, too, turned to stone.

Draka watched over the tomb even after her scales were weathered away, their names were forgotten, and only stories of their friendship remained.


(As an aside, the ship’s name, “Drakeklou” actually means “Dragon’s Claw” in Afrikaans. But, hey, it looks exotic in this context…)

By Carin Marais

Bibliophile, writer of speculative fiction, non-fiction, and maybe-fiction, language practitioner, doer of stuff.


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