William Alexander

Dragons on the Brain

“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” complained an idle guard to his companion through the pouring rain. “Wasn’t too long ago that folks could raise their cattle in peace. We could bring out the fine china and silver spoons for Sunday dinner. Virgins could walk down the street without fear of being tossed in a cave to keep a fat lizard from burning down the town. Now we got good milking cows snatched up for midnight snacks without so much as a ‘don’t mind if I do’, you gotta keep the fineries buried in the backyard if you don’t want them to end up in some landfill the dragons call a hoard, and youths are practically jumping into bed observed by a notary just to certify they aren’t eligible for sacrifice. What kind of world are we coming to, eh?”