Somehow, today just plum got away from me, lost in a sea of errands and Seemingly Important Things, I found myself having not completed the things I had planned today, which tangentially has something to do with today’s dragon.
Once upon a time, I remember picking up Dragon Fantastic, a collection of short stories about or involving dragons. One of the stories, “Lethal Perspective” by Alan Dean Foster, is a tale of dragons who secretly do Bad Things to humanity in a contest of sorts.
The one who wins the contest this round, beating out war and nuclear waste, if memory serves was a tiny dragon who exhaled nicotine addiction, and once his victims succumbed, he lit their cigarettes.
It’s hastily done. I don’t know if I will pick this one up again. I’d wanted it to be very skeletal. Originally, I had thought to include cigarettes in the shape of the body, but then thought that that was dumb. I like the keel and the horns, but I’m not sure if the eyes read. The hands and feet aren’t that great; what else is new?
Well, g’night. I got plenty more stuff to do come tomorrow.
