14. The Red Dragon Inn

Every day the publican went down to the cellar below the Inn. It was risky but it was the only way he could stay in business. He took his magic golden sword and a bucket. It took all his strength and courage but he would pin the dragon down and fill the bucket with dragon’s milk.  It only took a drop into each beer barrel to create the finest brew. 

The  Red Dragon Inn patrons were addicted to the beer although they didn’t know just why.  It tasted like a good wine, with just a hint of chocolate and raisins and yet there was a trace of something else they couldn’t quite detect.    And so they returned each evening after a long hard day at work to taste it again. It gave them the strength to get back to work the next day with renewed energy and enthusiasm. 

Milking the dragons

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

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