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Every step the white knight took sent chiming accusations throughout the valley of dragon bones. The musical sound of bone under foot or clanking ribs hanging about his numb shoulders should have called a guardian. Last year the knight killed him.

Once he’d slain the last dragon, the knight entered the treasure room to find only a diary. It was written by a dragon. This year, having read the book, the knight came with a bouquet to pay homage.

If only he had known before he’d made a career of murder that dragons are people too.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit

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