PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy
Great-grandpa turned from the icy-diamond-prism windows.
“Ice dragon’s about!”
“She’s got the place next door in her sights now.”
“See the billowing-bellowing of those ice-breathe clouds?”
“Coming right for us next!”
Squeals of terror.
“I got the one thing that’ll keep her away.”
Lifting his arthritic hands and gnarled fingers, he made tickly movements.
“The ice dragon just can’t stand the sound of tickle-laughter. It makes all her icicles fall down.”
Another generation learned about the ice dragon.
When winter’s coldness and strongness seemed it would last past spring.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, April 22/24, 2015.
Congratulations to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the up-coming publication of her novel, Say Kadish for Me.