Chapter One, Part Seven

The liquor was gone. It was all gone! Never before did John Murts feel a sickening feeling pouring out of every fiber of his bones. They had been travelling all day and now Dilly-boy had set up camp. They weren’t supposed to spend the night! They were supposed to come home! And now, here he was, sitting by a campfire with all the liquor, booze and whiskey gone for good. John’s face dropped staring into the fire trying to keep his mopey expression hidden.
     He was doing a bad job at it.
     “Maybe one night of you being sober is going to be a good thing for you,” Dill said dropping more wood to fuel the flames.
     “Shud ap…” he groaned. 

     Dill just grinned. “I can see someone’s a little grumpy. But I’d suck it up if I were you. We don’t want to scare ‘em off if they’re around.”
     “You shoulda listened do you wifey,” he mumbled. “Dragin meople doon exist. If we adda listened da her we be home…and I’d have me drink…”
     His friend just shook his head. “Alice understands why we’re here. They probably don’t exist, but there is a slim hope that they do! And right now, hope’s all that Hull can count on.”
     John’s eyes narrowed hocking up a loogie and spitting it into the flames. “I spid on hope. I wanna go home, Dilly-boy.”
     “That’s just the booze talking.”
     “Soooo?”
     There was silence between the two; there was no complaining from Dill, as the moon shone brighter through the forest thick roof of trees. John refused to talk keeping the haggard look on his face, anyone would think he lost a loved on rather than his booze. Dill didn’t mind, he used this time to think on how to talk to one of the dragon people if they happened to meet upon one. When it was late the sober man let out the fire and got settled in his sleeping bag. John was still motionless staring at the empty campfire. “It’s not that bad you know,” he said.

     “Shud ap…”John muttered. He tottered over lying straight on his back looking straight up in the clouds.
     Unaware to them, up in the trees painfully sharp dim blue eyes glared down at the two. They had been there for a while not settling its gaze on them. It only grew more fierce when ‘dragin meople’ was mentioned by the knocked out one.

Reviews

[Danny J.H.]

truly great i read it again

[Danny J.H.]

agreed you have amazing talent.

[Wildecat]

I love dragons, and I love this story. You are very talented. Nice write.