I feel like I should apologize. I feel very out of things, blog-wise, at least compared with what I used to be. Both my reading and writing dropped off before the summer when I moved and haven’t really recovered. Part of it is that I’m much busier at work, so everything has to be done when I get home, including all the other details of life. Part of it is that I’m working (hard) on larger projects that I can’t post here. In any case, I am very appreciative to you for reading. Thank you.
This story is dedicated to my friend Susannah Bianchi.
You Never Forget Your First
The kettle is screeching, sending out puffs of steam just like Yarr when he went out to play on a cold, winter day. There’s nothing like seeing a great red frolicking in the frosty air to make you feel like there’s still beauty left in the world.
I bring the cup to the stove and watch the teabag bleed rust as the boiling water hits it, coloring the water with that deep, hardwood hue that would have matched Yarr’s hide like a chameleon.
Gorgo, my new little one is scratching at the door, trying to get out. He was a gift from my sister. She got me a green, even though they’re supposed to be friskier (read: wilder). I open the door and Gorgo bounds off into the night. He’ll probably go hunting and I’ll go out for the morning paper to find a burglar or hobo lying on the doorstep. Then I’ll have to call the coroner and try to explain again. I couldn’t stay mad at him though, not with that open, innocent look of his. What an old softie I am.
I sit by the kitchen window and as I take a sip, the tea slips down my throat like a burst of invigorating fire. I hear Gorgo roaring out there in the velvet invisible, already on the prowl.
I miss Yarr but life goes on. Still, as they say, you never forget your first dragon.
December 9th, 2014 at 12:10 am
that is ONE pet!
December 9th, 2014 at 4:51 am
For a moment I was lost but then I remembered WHO I was reading so I just let it happen and it did.
December 9th, 2014 at 8:00 pm
🙂 Thanks. Glad it came together at the end.
December 9th, 2014 at 5:54 am
Never apologize…you are an amazing writer, storyteller. We all have our doubts at times. You continue and we are always here….much love to you. Happy Tuesday.
December 9th, 2014 at 7:59 pm
Thanks, my friend. I appreciate you. 🙂
December 11th, 2014 at 7:08 am
I want one 😀
December 11th, 2014 at 11:00 am
I know, right? All except for the dead hobos on the doorstep. 🙂
December 11th, 2014 at 6:58 pm
yeah, I can do without that bit
December 12th, 2014 at 9:48 pm
It would be so lovely to have a pet dragon. I loved this story, David.
December 13th, 2014 at 10:21 pm
Hopefully it would keep away burglars and maybe keep the mice away too. 🙂 Just train it not to set fire to the furniture.