Wednesday Words

Kuportik's forked tongue flicked over the claws on his front foot. So messy, those deer, so full of blood. But that haunch of venison had tasted all right. Not spectacular, but it was sufficient to satiate his hunger. Tomorrow, he'd have to try something new. Maybe fish from the lock. Shark was supposed to good for the scales and teeth.

His huge eyes slowly closed as he drowsed in his cave, tail tucked over his nose.

Tomorrow, next week, next year, it would bring more venison, not fish. His wing still ached and his bones grew weary as the centuries passed.

Kuportik the great dragon dreamed of his past glory, of that time when he was usually more adventurous in his diet.

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Wednesday Words - Do You Find Me Shy Yet?

Do You Find Me Shy Yet?

She checked his profile one more time. Andre liked them shy? She'd give him shy. Her hands flipped through racks of silk dresses. Too skimpy, too short, too elegant. Did she even own anything that said, "Shy?"

Her hand closed over cotton. Plain white blouse, high neck, long sleeves. Plain black skirt that dangled almost to her ankles. If she kept her makeup light...

She checked her look one more time on her way out. Shy, definitely.

Her tongue flicked over her fangs as she smiled.

This was for all the shy girls hoping to meet a nice man. Andre wasn't a nice man. He'd soon regret his preference for shy girls.

But not for long.

I joined a group where we write a very short piece every week based on a prompt. I'm going to be posting almost every Wednesday.