Killing the beast was a death sentence. He'd take a tooth, borrow some treasure and leave before the giant lizard woke up. Easy.
Creeping to the dragon's skull, he studied the fangs peeking out beneath scaly lips. Above him, one amber eye slid open.
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Inktober 2019
General Fiction50 word short stories for my first attempt at Inktober. They might be related, they might not. Let's find out. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.
