“Daddy! Daddy….” Jackie Paper huffs deep breaths. ” Dragon in the Oak tree… He knows my name!”
Six year old, Jackie looks up at fifty two year old Jackie.
The son a ripple in time version of the father. One cropped black hair barely as long as the ball cap not the other barely any hair and little black amongst the grey.
“Dragons, you don’t say? I had one… One fall. We played every night. Damn thing would wreck the house. He was huge. Emerald green with big eyes.” Senior talks while fixing a toaster than won’t pop up the toast.
“There’s one outside! He knows my name! Dad! He knows my name!” The junior is beside himself.
“Of course, he is your Dragon. You make things up. They have to know who you are….now don’t they?” Senior Jackie looks up long enough to push his glasses up his nose. “Just leave it outside. Mom won’t understand if things get broke in here. Girls don’t believe in those things much. Sad to say. Go play now boy. Things to do.”
“But Dad, he’s still out there. He’s a dragon they eat people! You have to cut the tree down and throw it out. I’m not going outside without Patches. My dog will at least believe me!” Young Jackie is partially red. Chubby cheeks and watery eyes waiver.
Jackie, Sr looks at his son walking away. “Kids. We used to have to do all the imagery work ourselves. I don’t think I was ever inside except to eat.”
Jackie, Sr looks out the office/laundry room window at the offending Oak. He shrugs. Then sees a twinkle of green.
Part 1 – Here be the Dragons