The Writers' Circle

As the sun warmed my face I listen to the bustle of the people on the street.
"Will you look at that man", Jo screeched with laughter "He's running as if his bum is on fire."
Well what would you be doing if you had a young dragon flying after you? AND that dragon had the hick ups and kept sending out streams of fire and smoke.
"Laura, are you all right?" Jen asked, concern clouding her voice.
I look back at the girls around the table, we had met up during lunch to enjoy the sun away from the desks at work, they were all looking at me most had that registered look as if I was losing it again.
"Of course I'm fine"
Sometimes I hate my ability to see through the mists that distort the creatures of old that modern people believe are myths. But then again, smiling to myself, as I look at my friends, they will never see the weird, wonderful and funny things that populate our world and are concealed by the mists.