Friday Fictioneer: End of the Tunnel
“Light at the end of the tunnel, we’re dead aren’t we?”
“That means we’re almost there. Keep whining and I’ll be only one who survived this ordeal.”
“You promised Mom.”
“I promised I’d get you here. Didn’t promise what I’d do after that.”
“Thinks she’s all right?”
Rupert stopped. He was breathing hard. He refused to speak until he’d gathered his emotions. No good scaring the little guy more than he already was.
Buddy growled. He knew. Buddy was small, but he was fierce.
They might be the last dragons, but they’d take the kingdom down and be victorious.
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Nice, I wasn’t expecting dragons!
Me either. I just started writing and they showed up at the end.