Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s intriguing photo is courtesy of SPF contributor, C.E. Ayr.
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They called themselves the Last Dragon Slayers. The geriatric group of six men living at the senior home met every day in the common room, between checkers and the lunch special. Most days, they relived the details of glorious battles, bloodier and more dangerous with each re-telling. The staff and other residents took little notice of their bragging. Everyone knew dementia and delusions were expected as one grew old.
The youngest in the group was Harry, a spry 87-year old man who showed no sign of senility. Which is why he understood the urgency of the broadcast in the evening news.
“The fools think it is global warming,” he said. “Don’t they realize a dragon has awakened.”
The old men hung their heads; there was no one to take their place.
On Sunday, Harry’s son and his family made a dutiful trip to visit Pop as they called him. Harry noticed his 15-year old grandson spellbound by a book.
“What you reading?” Harry asked.
“It’s magna, called Fairy Tail. Its about a dragon, but you wouldn’t understand.”
Harry smiled. “Oh I understand more than you think.” Leaning closer, he whispered, “How would you like to be a real Dragon Slayer?”
Redbuds and Roserocks 
Ooh, I love that idea – that everyone assumes they’re crazy old men, but in fact they really were dragon slayers. You could write a whole book on that premise, I’d love to read it!
Thank you Joy! I am glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you Joy. I will have to give it some thought.
Sounds like the grandson has found a vocation. Nicely done.
Thank you Violet
Thanks Violet.
The youngest 87 year old dragon slayer has a job at hand. Probably mentally he understands dragon as good as his grandson.
The old man has practical experience. He has much to teach. Thanks A.R.
Whoa, Susan, stop slaying dragons!
You should talk! You killed yours off.
Harry’s grandson has a calling, a way to fight global warming. Sounds like a noble calling. =)
Wouldn’t it be nice if it was that easy? Thanks for stopping by Brenda
It sure would be. =)