This is my 5 minute story inspired by the first photo on Your Photo Story, writing prompt blog.
“It has that itchy stuff on the sides. I can feel it already.” Trina squirmed and pulled her arms in toward her chest.
Cale sighed and shook his head for the four-hundred and thirty-seventh time that trip. His neck had begun to ache.
“The ‘itchy stuff’ is far off the path, M’lady. It will not spring upon you.” He stared at a spot in the middle of her back, only vaguely remembering what it felt like to place his hand upon soft silk there when they had danced in the great hall.
“Ewww!” She squealed and jumped sideways, almost landing in a patch of the poison ivy that wound through the grass at the side of the path. “Dung!”
Her gleaming black boot had come down within inches of a considerable pile of dragon droppings. Cale bit his lip to keep from smiling. “See? I told you this path was in use.”
She turned and glared at him, but he looked back placidly. It was she who wanted to come on this ridiculous quest to begin with. She who insisted he accompany her, perhaps under the false impression that he wished to court her and should thus prove himself.
“A fairy dragon did not leave this.” Her lips pursed and one white hand waved toward the pile on the ground.
“No, M’lady,” he said, the grin slipping onto his lips at last. “But if you look more closely, you may find one within.”
She stared at him gape-mouthed for a long moment as he grinned at her. Then, stomping her foot, she spun around and continued up the path toward the hatchery.
Four minutes. That was fun!