Heat
rippled across the landscape like water.
She stretched in the dead tree, sunlight burning against her scales and scattering
rainbow reflections. She dreamed of
rain.
Between
the tree and a single egg, she horded the last pomegranate, imagining the taste
of the seeds. No others nested here
where once hundreds came, and then dozens, then only her sister... and now just
her.
So
hot.
So
alone.
Beneath
her patient fingers the egg cracked; a tiny green head appeared, golden shell
still attached. Sea-blue eyes blinked. The dragon broke open the pomegranate and
shared the feast with her beloved daughter.
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