He slayed the dragon, the sun shone he wiped the blood from the sword and went on his way.
For her that wasn’t the end of the story though.
She cooked him fried eggs for breakfast, ironed his shirts, darned his socks, plumped his pillows and waited for the debt to be done.
Paid in full – but it never was. She began to wish she had eloped with the dragon or that at the very least the dragon’s breath had scared away her knight in shining armour.
She began to wish she had reclaimed the night without her knight.
She began to wonder what dragon children would have looked like.
Perhaps she already knew-with their curly locks and their churlish charm and the devil may care attitude they had clearly inherited from their father not to mention their charming eyes of blue.
And all he had had to do – was slay the dragon.
©Alison Jean Hankinson