Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.
“Make him dance again, Grandpa. Pleeeease!”
The old man smiled, warmth flowing through him, banishing the cold of winter. “Later,” he told the little boy. “Grandma will be calling for dinner soon.”
Danny pouted. “I want to see the dragon dance. I’m not hungry.”
“Your Grandma’s special Mac and Cheese? Are you sure.”
Danny glanced from the dragon back towards the dining room. “But,” he said softer, “I want to see the dragon dance!”
“Scoot along, Danny. I’ll bring him to the table.”
Dragon ate with them, charmingly alive as Grandpa worked the strings of the puppet. Dragon dipped his nose into Danny’s dinner (to Grandma’s frown). Played with the boy’s napkin. Sniffed his nose. And the dragon danced, feet tapping the table in time to music no one heard but Danny.
In the morning, Grandpa laid the dragon in Danny’s small coffin so the two could dance forever.