The knight had a plan. He’d seen other knights attacking the dragon. Their armor did no good, their valor wasted. Not him. Leaving the clanking iron behind, he crept up with not but a sword. Once he’d reached the head he raised the sword high. The dragon opened an eye.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.