On the Run

It’s that time of the week.  Another segment of dragons, cockatrices, and humans.  You may not remember, but when we last left our story, the hero and his human chariot had fled the house and the police.

The soles of Ben’s shoes slapped against the sidewalk.  He ran without looking back, his tiny cockatrice cupped between his hands.

White picket fences flashed by.  Trees and shrubs blurred together.

His heartbeat thudded loud in his ears, in time to each footfall.

Between his fingers, the cockatrice warbled.

Ben slowed.  He stopped, leaned against a tree, and closed his eyes.  “What’s wrong?”

The cockatrice wiggled free and leapt into the air.  Its jaws snapped as it snatched insects mid-flight.

Ben peeked through one eye.

The cockatrice tumbled and twirled in the air like a green, scaly ballerina.

“Marvelous creature you’ve got there,” a voice behind Ben whispered.

Ben spun and staggered away from the trees lining the sidewalk.

An old man grinned through his long, white beard.  “Pardon. Didn’t mean to scare you.  Just eyeing your friend there.”

Ben clenched his jaw.  Fear gripped his belly.  “What…he’s not a dragon.”

The man nodded.  “A cousin perhaps.”  He narrowed his eyes and studied the cockatrice.  “But that rooster’s beak…I’ve not seen a cockatrice in a long time.”  He grabbed Ben’s shoulder and dragged him into the trees.

“Hey!”

“Quiet. You’ll call attention to us.”  The old man continued to force Ben deeper into the small woods.

The trees clustered close.  Branches snagged Ben’s shirt.  He craned his neck, looking for his pet.  The woods deepened.  The trees tangled together to block out the sun.  Ben gaped.  “Where are we?”

The cockatrice landed on Ben’s shoulder and pecked the man’s hand.

The old man swore and jerked his hand away.  “Reign in your beasty.  I mean you no harm.”

Ben raised an eyebrow.

So, what do you think will happen?  What do you want to happen?  Was it too short?  Too long?  Too unfunny?

Yep, that’s right.  I’m soliciting comments and suggestions.  I may even use them.  No matter how wacky, zany, nerdy, or weird.  No matter how serious, fanciful, or sci-fi.  It’s a choose your own adventure.  You choose what happens next.

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About bkreuch

I like to read, I like to write, and I like to make people laugh.
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