This is my entry for this week’s flash fiction challenge from Mondays Finish The Story. This challenge gives you a picture and an opening sentence and asks you to finish the story within 100-150 words. The opening sentence is given in italics.
Racing down into the atmosphere, the unidentified object crashed, leaving behind one heck of a huge crater and a plume of smoke that could be seen from miles around.
‘You idiot, Tinch,’ Mert whined. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘Me! It wasn’t my fault – you were supposed to catch it.’
‘And how exactly was I supposed to catch the flippin’ thing when you threw it like that?’
The scrape of claws on stone sounded behind them and the two giants looked at each other in alarm. Hesitantly they turned to face the mother dragon.
‘Where is my egg?’ Her voice was a sibilant hiss and smoke billowed ominously from her nostrils. Giants may be equal to dragons in size and strength but there are few things in existence that can withstand their flame.
‘It was his fault!’ Each pointed at the other.
Meanwhile, in the crater deep in the desert, a young dragon pushed his head through the cracks in his shell. He blinked at the sunlight touching him for the first time and gave a plaintive cry.
Word Count: 150
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