“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
Love Dad’s reaction and that twinkle of green at the end. Maybe something’s Dad imagined were very real?
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I’ll get to that. The line of the children’s song is “dragons live forever, but not so little boys” (Puff the Magic Dragon)
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Sadly too true 😦 But don’t we try to keep the inner child boy/girl alive? So even old men could see a flash of 🐉 dragon eyes?
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You can see it all if you let yourself. The question is when do we start dismissing magic and do we stop
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You’re right, it’s hard with what goes on in life to keep seeing magic and possibility. Some people are very good at it, while others it’s
as if their childhood curiosity has been sucked right out if them. I think Faith comes in here too, believe in what isn’t always visible and hoping beyond hope there are better things to come. Just a thought.
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Faith in all things does promote a much wider vision. Many people are like horses that wear blinders to see what’s only in front of them. I feel sad for those who no longer can feel the wonder of new things. 🙂
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Me too Mark 😦
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And the fun continues . . .
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I have an idea for Sr. I just haven’t figured out how yet.
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oooooooooooooooooo Im so happy…theres MORE!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!
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I’ll be adding to this. Revamping fairy tales can keeping me writing for awhile. 😀
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Always such fun. Ive done that with some as well, though I wrote revamped poems 😉
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Actually, writing Lil Red Riding Hood as a Villian was better story
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