It was the winter solstice in a faded town of Clun, The rain crashed down and smothered the already soaked streets, A few street lights had been lit, casting shadows where this mischievous dragon may be about.
James Davies ignored the growls of the dragon instead he was staring at the town Hall ahead. He tugged his coat hard closer to his chest and shivered and as another gust of wind swept down High Street.
He could spy a purple scaly tail coming out of the gloomy cave turning most people away from the cave and back to the town centre where the old houses of Clun stood. “Come inside growled the dragon”,as he crawled out of his damp cave. “where are you headed” young man the Dragon roared staring at James.
”I’m going to an epic party” James replied, smiling the best he could, a moment later James was walking through the town centre trying to forget that he met a real life Dragon. As the street lights glittered and the people chatted if they had no care for the world.
Taking a shortcut down Main Street James lowered his head afraid to catch anyone’s eye.his dad always used to tell him “head down keep out of trouble” and so far that was what he had done.when he reached home he went up stairs and went straight to bed.
Next morning he was shocked after reading the newspaper the news said that there had been a robbery at clun spar, four boxes of cereal had gone two bottles of milk had gone missing and £168 had been taken out of the till. All the rubber had left was a purple scale on the floor…
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