Leah Vermillion

Dragons and Dragonflies

“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Walker jerked his head up and dug his finger into his tickled ear. Then he turned to face the intruder who had aroused him with his buzzing whisper. It was a large black dragonfly with white-tipped wings which moved so quickly they didn’t appear to be moving at all. Walker stared intently at him and waited for him to speak again.