You stay and try to help him
Of course you have to help him!
You were taking a break at the park from delivering wholesale flowers to the local florists. Thankfully, it was a slow day for you, and the truck is almost empty. Also thankfully, the truck and the delivery business belong to you, which obviously gives you more latitude.
“Quick, get in my truck, it’s over here.” You open up the big back door and the dragon hops in. With his wings folded, there is plenty of room.
“Can you tuck your tail in a little more?” you ask.
He pulls his tail closer to his body, and you close the doors with a loud clank. The startled dragon jumps, and the truck rocks.
You hurry to the cab, pulling the curtain across the opening into the back. You fire up the truck, and make your way into the street just as the sky darkens, and a flock of colors stream by. Flock? What do you call a bunch of dragons? And why can’t the other people see them? What in the world have you gotten yourself into?
The red dragon in your truck doesn’t make a sound, and you wonder if he is scared or relieved. You drive out of town, heading north up Route 101. All your life, when you’ve felt the need to “get away” you drive up the coast to calm yourself—free your soul. You can only hope it does the same for the dragon.
You pull off into a familiar parking lot, killing the engine. The sky is now clear.
The dragon shifts a bit. “It’s okay,” you say, “They didn’t follow us.”
The dragon sneezes, and it shakes the whole box truck.
“Exquoose me,” he says. And then the sneezing really starts.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven.
The curtain that separates you from the dragon blows back and forth.
You open your door, feeling the humidly in the truck – you then open the curtain hesitantly. Eeewwwweeee! Green mucous coats the entire truck, dripping down the walls.
“I’m tho thorry” he says, but at least his voice is somewhat clearer!
Along the shore is one of your favorite spots. A huge rock arch stands on the beach, so huge it has a few small trees growing on top. There is even a cave on the underside that isn’t readily visible.
“Come on,” you say, “we’ll clean this up later, let’s go down here, and you can explain what’s going on.” You get out of the truck, opening the door for the dragon.
“No, please, let me…” the red sparkly dragon flies down to the ocean, where he inhales gallons of water. He flies back, sticks his head inside, and power washes the inside of the truck so it is spotless!
You walk shoulder to wing toward your favorite spot with the dragon.
THE END
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