ice dragon’s breath

PHOTO PROMPT - © Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Great-grandpa turned from the icy-diamond-prism windows.

“Ice dragon’s about!”

Ohs.

“She’s got the place next door in her sights now.”

Gasps.

“See the billowing-bellowing of those ice-breathe clouds?”

Nods.

“Coming right for us next!”

Squeals of terror.

“I got the one thing that’ll keep her away.”

What? What?

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.

96 words

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.

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22 thoughts on “ice dragon’s breath

  1. afairymind April 24, 2015 / 3:20 pm

    This is so sweet! I can almost hear the tickle-laughter. :)

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    • phylor April 24, 2015 / 10:39 pm

      Great-Grandpa’s idea of tickling laughter as a way to get rid of winter would have been great fun.

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  2. Priceless Joy April 24, 2015 / 1:29 pm

    Great story! I could see all the images and it was fun!

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    • phylor April 24, 2015 / 10:40 pm

      Thanks! The snow picture made me think of “cabin fever” and how to cure it.

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    • phylor April 24, 2015 / 11:01 pm

      Thanks The cold harshness of winter needed to be countered by stories..

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  3. rochellewisoff April 24, 2015 / 5:47 am

    Dear Phylor,

    A warm story against a cold backdrop. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • phylor April 24, 2015 / 10:41 pm

      Thank you, Rochelle. The picture was wonderful for congering up a tale to send the winter blues on their way.

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  4. Sue April 24, 2015 / 12:18 am

    Aw! I can hear them giggling and running back and forth from the window. Good story!

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    • phylor April 24, 2015 / 10:42 pm

      It is a wonderful image — children enjoying a story with wonder and belief.

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    • phylor April 24, 2015 / 10:43 pm

      Thanks. The harshness of winter seemed to need a “lightening” up to sustain folks — great-grandpa and the kids.

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  5. gahlearner April 23, 2015 / 3:28 am

    This is lovely. I can practically hear them all shriek and giggle.

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    • phylor April 23, 2015 / 3:52 am

      That’s the fun of telling stories to children — they take it in with wide-eyed wonder.
      I remember my Great-uncle’s stories, and his tickles!

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  6. Sandra April 23, 2015 / 2:47 am

    Lovely story. And that’s how these stories pass down the line. I can’t see snowflakes without hearing my Gran tell me about angels shaking their mattresses, or thunder without God moving his wardrobes.

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    • phylor April 23, 2015 / 3:10 am

      I like the 2 stories your Gran told you!
      My mother told me that thunderstorms were God and the Angels bowling so not to worry about the flashes and the thunder.

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    • phylor April 23, 2015 / 4:07 am

      Thank you!
      I thought of ice dragons and wondered where they might fit. So, they became tickle-worthy folk lore.

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  7. ansumani April 22, 2015 / 5:17 pm

    A sweet story! Needed ticklers like these during the long winter we had.

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    • phylor April 23, 2015 / 3:24 am

      Yes, tickle-laughter can help, especially during long and deep winters.
      Hope the ice dragon didn’t hang around your house too much!

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