by Lester D. Crawford
“We’ll never escape that hungry dragon. It’s my nose. Hide Hermey. Hide Yukon. I’ll lead it away.”
He dashed across the snowy meadow away from his friends who hid in a snow bank.
He was a reindeer. He could fly. He could and would out fly the dragon. He leaped into the sky, but a snap of the dragon’s jaws caught him.
The reindeer quickly slid down the dragon’s throat, a red glow in the dragon’s neck showing his progress until it became a wiggling glow shining through the dragon’s belly.
Hermey said, “Let’s hope for good weather this year.”
This story is for the Advent Ghosts 2016 Flash Fiction challenge organized by Loren Eaton of the I Saw Lightning Fall blog.
Every story in Advent Ghosts must be exactly 100 words in length.
To see the stories others entered in the challenge, visit Advent Ghosts 2016: The Stories.