Apparently yesterday I set unfair expectations by promising Lindaura a dragon. So here, to set things right, is an alternative story, again inspired by Madison Woods’ excellent picture prompt.
It rattled briefly, then stopped. Lindaura watched breathlessly. No-one could say it was an acorn now, but she had lost the urge to prove them wrong – she would keep this secret for herself.
It rocked again: rapid, frantic movements as if desperate for air.
Linda reached out but daren’t touch it. Then she heard a sound like ice dropping into water and a crack appeared in the side.
Slowly, feeling its way through the shell, a yellow tendril appeared. It waved in the air like an antenna, then scraped at the ground, growing longer and redder with each passing second.