Storm Rider

Noon becomes midnight in the pounding rainstorm, and Liam opens the door. “Maybe a tree crashed down?”

The boy’s flashlight reveals a soaked girl in his backyard. Their eyes meet.

“Please, help us!” she cries.

Above the child’s tiara looms a panting dragon.


Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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