You talk of fairy tales, back when dragons roamed.
“Where do you think they went?” I ask, but you don’t know.
There’s not much time left for us, so I decide I should tell you.
“They’re still here,” I say. “We just aren’t good at seeing them. Look at that range of hills: a dragon’s back. That volcano: its head, its nostrils.”
“But it doesn’t move,” you say.
“It moves,” I explain. “We’re too fast-paced now to see it. Soon, the planet will be warm enough and they’ll all awaken. It will be their world then.”
“When?” you ask.
“Summer.”
Author bio: Nathan Alling Long grew up in a log cabin in rural Maryland and travelled around the world before settling in Philadelphia, PA, where he writes, bakes bread, and teaches. His work has appeared in over fifty journals and anthologies, some of which can be found at his website: https://blogs.stockton.edu/longn/
Spring is part of 101 Fiction issue 4.
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