“Caught”
By Richard A. Wentworth (Dreamcatcher)
Copyright 2011 Richard A. Wentworth
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“Ssshhhh...” Rolph whispered in a drunken slur, a finger searching for his lips, he promptly leaned in to get closer to his companion, and continued, “The misses has sharp ears, better than a bat and will hear us. Quiet now! You lot,” he leaned to one side, blood-shot eyes searching for his drunken companion.
A wobbling finger tried to find his lips, instead, the simple gesture made him fall over, “Bloody ‘ell! Why did ya push me, mate?” He asked in a quiet, excited voice. He shook his head and gave a soft chuckle, slowly pushing up onto one knee and stood on shaking legs.
“Ahh…there you be!” Before him stood his drunken mate, no man, however… a silver-green dragon materialized from the shadows and both were equally sloshed. They swayed in the darkness and reveled in the moment of pure bliss.
“I taste blood,” and Rolph spitted quietly, “Bloody hell…me teeth are missing!” He felt his mouth for a brief second with his tongue threw his head back and lets out a suppressed laugh of bewilderment. The dragon snickered quietly, eyes full of surprise and burped loudly. A second later, it fell onto its back and a blue flame shot out of its mouth.
“No! No! No…we needs to be quiet!” said Rolph; however, he dropped to his knees, a hand covering his mouth to quiet a hysterical laugh. The flame quickly died and both got to their feet.
“Now…” Rolph leaned in close and spoke in a slur, “we need to find a safer place to hide ya—but where?” The dragon leaned down and licked Rolph’s face.
“Augg…dragons breath,” Rolph squealed and the dragon made an embarrassed face, and grimaced.
“Ha, Ha, Ha, what’s wrong mate? You all right, a little green around the gills, are ya…hold it ma…beast! Don’t burp again!”
The dragons face changed; its eyes glazed over and an intense strain ruffled facial muscles. It took a deep breath—five seconds passed… At the same time: a cataclysmic toot erupted from the dragons bottom hole, its eyes dilated, mouth agape, tongue lolling out with relief.
“GOOD LORD! What did you eat? Never mind. Ohh man—I feel light headed; catch me mate,” and the dragon moved fast as Rolph slumped to the ground.
“What happened?” asked Rolph, as he regained his balance. The dragon rolled its eyes up and pantomimed falling.
“I did not!” Rolph tried to focus on his mate, ran a hand over his mouth and shucked free of the dragons grip. Rolph swayed on unsteady legs and lets out a tiny burp, “you’re pulling my leg, Mate…” A sudden thought occurred to Rolph and he poked a shaking finger into the dragon; who gave a growling, chuckle of merriment.
“You are real… “But… where did you get all that ale?”