Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
A pale, yellow moon rose over the mountain crags and their necks entwined as they basked in buttermilk moonlight. Her wings shone, sparkling iridescent, as she nuzzled her mate, and he nipped playfully as he stretched his turquoise wings. They soared beneath the blanket of night, spiralling down to the outcrop and landing at the mouth of their cave.
Deep within the rocks, deep inside, safely ensconced amongst jewels and a nest of gems, rested their treasure.
Rays of pale moonlight swam through the cavern and Gwawr’s lavender mist filled the hollow; as her smoke cleared, Dynevor blew a fierce, golden flame at his companion’s feet and warmed their cherished, marbled egg.
Written for the wonderful Lilliemcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction
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Awwwwww – I love that! You know I'm a sucker for dragons too. That is beautiful xx
So vivid, you bring them alive in this piece, nicely done 🙂
Lisa? Lovely. Absolutely lovely ❤
Wow. You do it all, don't you? Nice bit of fantasy. The details really dance. I loved the phrase: "buttermilk moonlight." I haven't seen you around for a while. Glad to see some FSF from you.
Those dragons get me everytime!
Thanks Laura, I adore writing about my dragons!
Aw, thanks Jo x
I love my dragons Andy! My FSF's been a bit on and off, trying a few new things and being extra busy, but it's what brought me to flash fiction, so I'll always come back! 🙂
Beautiful piece of writing. Well done.
Thank you Sandra!