“Why did mother leave?” Aimie asked.
“To travel the world,” was all her father said.
Aimie found solace in their family’s shop, filled with exotic and magical merchandise. Customers flocked from afar to trade pure silver for their purchased items.
Standing behind the counter, Aimie sneezed.
Was that fire from my nose?
“Hmm,” her father said.
He motioned. Aimie followed. At the entrance to a cave along the beach, she stared gob-smacked at a shimmering dragon, gripping a goblet of liquid silver.
Her mother’s voice sounded from the dragon’s mouth. “You brought Aimie?”
“It’s time–believe me,” her father said.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by our host, Rochelle.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.