“I love wintertime, Mama.”
“Uh-huh. I like how the snow sparkles.”
Curled up in their den, the mother watched her child and the snowfall. A forest of evergreen trees coated with a thick layer of shimmering white. The little one skirted the entrance of the cave, sticking his forked tongue out to catch snowflakes. Icicles hung like jagged teeth above them.
“Can I catch one someday?” Claws reached for the sky. Snowflakes instantly sizzled, melting against red scales. “And keep it until the springtime comes?”
The dragon mother smiled at her youngling, “Of course you can, dear heart.”
I’m currently buried under a pile of snow, thanks to the nor’easter that just hit New York. This story was inspired by that blizzard and from watching the snowflakes from my window.
Happy holidays everyone! Stay safe and keep writing!
— Lady Jabberwocky