He stared straight into her eyes and she stared right back. Her lips twitched dangerously close to a smile as his emerald eyes twinkled with delight at her fruitless struggle.

Damn him. She thought as her eyes started to twitch and water while he remained cool and impasse.

Her determined scowl caused him to break composure and stifle a laugh. I wonder… he thought as he began to wiggle his eyebrows.

She felt her concentration snap as soon as his eyebrows danced. The laughter rose and bubbled out as she closed her eyes and felt the tears sliding down her cheeks.

He started laughing as soon as she did, yelling “I am victorious!”

“Damn you!” she said between gasps.  “You’re so droll!”

He looked at her with mock hurt, “You’re a troll”

“What? That’s not what I-” she giggled again. “Nevermind, idiot”

They locked hands and headed to the car, still laughing and giggling.

She looked up at him with her heart in her eyes.

My idiot



via Daily Prompt: Droll

12 thoughts on “Peek

  1. Jennifer and the Dragon

    Segment #1 ~ Jennifer and the Dragon
    Initial Contact in the Parking Lot

    She had spent most of the evening
    And a goodly portion of the night in the pub
    Having only achieved a deep and abiding wish
    That she had eaten a decent dinner instead

    The night was misty and the sodium lights
    Did little to lift her mood
    She fumbled for her key

    There he was
    This silver dragon
    Eyes of sapphire laser
    Claws of diamond
    Scales of luster

    She ran back into the pub
    She thought about telling someone
    Then she thought they would think her mad
    Then she told anyone who would listen
    And they all went to look out the window
    But he wasn’t there
    She wasn’t even sure how she knew it was a he

    She stayed in the pub till she was certain
    The dragon had departed for parts unknowable
    Doing all kinds of dragon things for dragon reasons

    Sure enough
    It was there
    Motionless and yet undulating
    Scales like polished titanium
    Glistening in the light

    She froze
    Maybe if she ignored it
    It would just go away
    It had happened before
    Except that on that occasion
    It was not a dragon
    And come to think of it
    He hadn’t left either

    Someone came out of the bar
    Now someone would see it
    Now someone . . .
    The guy spoke to the dragon and it spoke back
    The guy got into his car and drove off
    Just like that
    Drove off
    And the dragon turned to once again regard her
    Twin sapphire eyes that could cut through steel
    Caressed her face without leaving a scratch

    She considered
    Then bolted for her car
    She fumbled the key into the lock
    And managed to get into the driver’s seat without incident

    She turned and the dragon had not moved
    Except to turn its head in her direction
    She put the key into the ignition
    But hesitated
    Isn’t it always that way
    The girl almost escapes but hesitates
    And then . . .
    And then . . .

    The dragon didn’t move
    Didn’t advance nor retreat
    She noticed that the face was not
    The horrid face of the dragons of Eastern Europe
    Or the silly paper dragon face of the Orient
    It was a face uniquely animal and yet . . .
    His tail had twined around the light pole
    And he seemed to be tapping the index claw
    On his right foot to some kind of music in his head
    She could see that he was writing something
    In the pavement

    She rolled down the window
    “I know what you’re up to.” she said
    Sensuous and opulent his voice rolled across the lot
    “My lady, you are perhaps wise beyond your years
    But you can know next to nothing of my thoughts and motives.”
    “You’re gonna wait till my back is turned and . . .
    And . . .
    You’re gonna do something really nasty to this car.”

    The dragon made a hissing sound
    That could have been a laugh
    A couple left the pub and drove off

    She started the engine and shouted
    “I’m leaving
    There are people who are expecting me
    And if I . . . if I . . .
    There’s no telling what they might do.”
    He winked his left eye and said “Goodnight my lady.”

    She drove off
    And didn’t see him in the rear view mirror
    She drove around the block
    And he wasn’t there
    The lot was empty
    She waited
    But he did not reappear

    She turned the car off
    She had lied about people waiting
    She suddenly felt very cold
    She got out of the car and walked to the light pole
    There in the yellowish light
    Strange symbols
    Somewhere between hieroglyphics and scientific schema
    She stared at them for the longest time

    Slowly something began to form in her head
    A Message
    A message for her specifically
    A message . . .
    Yes . . . She snapped her head up to see if the dragon
    Had crept up on her

    The message said . . .
    It was a warning of sorts
    It was also some kind of joke
    It said . . .
    It said, “Watch out, there’s a dragon in the parking lot.”
    She snapped to full alert
    She looked in every direction
    And strained her ears to hear
    There was nothing
    No one but her

    She looked back down at the symbols
    And noticed for the first time
    Her own hand
    Her hand had scales like polished titanium
    Glistening in the light
    And she laughed
    Yes there was a dragon in the parking lot
    And she was it

    Segment #2 ~ Jennifer and the Dragon
    Finding the Truth

    “How did you do that?”
    “I did nothing.”
    “When I read those symbols
    That language
    It changed me . . .”
    “You were not changed
    You were revealed.”
    “For reasons I can not fathom
    You have chosen this form in this place.
    It is not my function to question
    Your decisions.”
    “Those symbols changed me into a dragon.”
    “You are a dragon.”
    “That’s crap.”
    “This inference eludes me.”
    “I am not a dragon. Stop saying . . .”
    “Please look at your hands.”
    Her hands had scales like polished titanium
    And claws of diamond
    This displeased her
    “Make it stop.”
    “I can not.”
    “Make it stop now!”
    One of the guys from production chose that particular moment
    To stick his head into her cubicle
    “Cuse me Jennifer
    I need another copy of the order form for the Maxwell guys.
    Jen are you OK?”
    “I am not OK.
    Do I look OK?”
    Her tail lashed around the desk and almost hit the man.
    “You look sort of upset . . .”
    “I’ll print a copy of the order and bring it to you.”
    The guy left.
    “How is it that he didn’t see . . .”
    “As with most nons he sees what he chooses to see.”
    “I’m a dragon for God’s sake.”
    She flipped her desk over with and enraged scream
    Then she exited the building
    Other people peeked into her cubical after a respectful silence
    At the water cooler all the following week
    No one could explain how such a small woman
    Could flip a heavy metal desk
    Some speculated that it was one of those adrenalin things
    But no one had the courage to ask her

    Segment #3 ~ Jennifer and the Dragon
    The Chase

    She finds him by the water

    The instant she is in striking distance
    He slips into the water without a ripple

    She leaps after him
    He will pay for doing this to her
    He will pay
    Once submerged she casts about

    She changes her eyes looking far into the ultra violets
    She changes her eyes looking low into the infra reds

    She changes her nose and . . .
    Just a hint of a scent . . .

    She darts under the rock
    He is not there
    He has doubled back
    There is a disturbance just upstream
    He has left the water
    In a burst of pure animal energy
    She leaps into the air
    And holds herself there by shear force of will

    He is streaking across the sky moving East
    She is after him
    Faster than thought
    She screams above the World
    They cross into darkness
    She changes her eyes and sees that she is gaining
    Then he is gone

    She hesitates
    She is above an artic landscape
    He could be anywhere
    No heat
    No sound
    No scent
    Her mind reaches . . .
    reaches . . .

    Suddenly a movement
    She falls from the night sky
    A screaming blue-white arc
    Resonant harmonic chords
    build within her diamond bones
    accentuated by random
    bone-jarring lurches
    She is ripping through the glacier
    They are under the glacier
    The water tastes of salt

    There is a glow in the depths
    She is gaining
    She smells the sulphur
    There is heat
    They plunge

    She lashes
    diamond talon against titanium scale
    He evades
    She counters
    He slides behind a vent
    She is there
    He moves in four dimensions
    She is there
    He misturns
    She is ready
    Her claw is around his throat

    “And now my Lady
    Will you kill me?”
    The thoughts form in her mind
    “After what you have done to me . . .”
    “I am not the one trying to kill you.”
    “Defend yourself.”
    “I will do it!”
    “I understand.”
    “Defend yourself!”
    “I hate you. I was happy not knowing.”
    “You were not happy.
    You were barely alive.”
    “DEFEND yourself!”

    She throws him like a doll
    He drifts
    Regarding her
    She weeps salt tears into a salt ocean

    Segment #4 ~ Jennifer and the Dragon
    In the Quiet of the Evening

    The dragon is curled around the sofa
    While his eyes were open
    (It was not clear if he had eye lids)
    His ribs are expanding and contracting
    Indicating the rhythmic breathing
    Of a sleeping creature

    “Are you awake?”
    “To the best of my knowledge that is one
    Of the two questions that can not be answered
    With a ‘Yes'”
    “I hope I didn’t hurt you.
    God knows, you’re tough enough.”
    “You have not hurt me.”
    “Can you . . . can we be hurt?”
    “I do not wish to show you . . .”
    “Have you been hurt?”
    His scales scrape the carpet as he shifts
    The scales on his right shoulder stand on end
    Like when the hair on the back of your neck stands on end
    And there she can see the injury
    She reaches to touch . . .
    “Don’t . . . Sorry if I startled you.
    Don’t touch me there.”
    She sees the crusted blood
    And the severed skin
    The corded muscles ripple under the
    “I risk much revealing this to you.
    You now see my vulnerability.”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “There are no human words . . .
    Yes, it hurts.”
    “How did it happen?”
    “I am a creature of my word.
    I swore to defend a lady once.”
    “Was she attacked?”
    “Technically no,
    But she was very much afraid.”
    “Who attacked her?”
    “She attacked herself.”
    “I failed her
    In every way
    In every fashion.”
    “She attacked herself?”
    “She did this?”
    “I never realized I’d need to defend myself from her.
    I’m not very good at civil action.
    I could not harm a creature I had swore to defend.
    I don’t think you can defend someone from themselves.”
    “Where is she now?”
    “Far away in a place that I can not go.”
    “Would you if you could?”
    The scales clicked shut
    Hiding the injury
    “Will it ever heal?”
    “Yes, in time all injuries heal.”
    “Is there anything I can do to help?”
    “You have already initiated the healing sequence.
    For this I am grateful.”
    “How have I helped?”
    “You will see in time.”

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      1. technically this is from a time ago – just thought that the dragon showing the woman that she was in fact a dragon kinda worked with your poem about not needing to be saved
        next part?
        i don’t know
        you want to write it?
        or perhaps a poetry dance?

        in your service m’Lady

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      2. a gentleman would never seek war with a poetess
        too much of a chance of him being humiliated
        poets should dance
        might be a tango
        might look like war
        but the respect for the craft always calls the tune
        and yes, you have the knack

        and never underestimate the power behind your words

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