Generosity
by Brett McArdle
illustrations by Daniel Gelon
Bosley peeked from behind the boulder and saw the crimson smoke.
He smelled the residue of the great beast's flaming breath; it was
only twenty feet away. It could easily have killed him by now. It had
to be toying with him.
Bosley cursed himself for having taken a job as a courier. Sure,
money was tight, but there were plenty of other reputable, less
dangerous ways to earn a living. He'd had no idea there was a dragon
nearby. He'd never taken this route before. And why didn't his
employer pay a small group to carry and protect the item instead of
one man? It was ridiculous. He knew his sword was of little use.
Basic knowledge of tactics ex-plained that much; charging a dragon
and swinging a blade consumed more time than a simple exhalation of
fire. Having a paunchy midsection and nothing in the way of bravery
didn't help either. No options re-mained. Anticipation of death is
usually worse than the thing itself, Bosley mused. He hoped his
pursuer had a merciful side.
After a deep breath, the forty-year-old sometime-warrior stepped
away from the boulder, into the dragon's view. "Let's put a stop
to this," he said, holding his weapon listlessly. "If
you're going to kill me, just do it. Quickly, please." The
dragon raised an eyebrow-or rather a large fold of skin above its
eye. "You choose not to resist?" Its voice was surprisingly
human. In fact, it sounded like Bosley's next-door neighbor back
home.
"There is no reason to. I'm middle-aged, certainly not in
condition to defend myself against you. And I'm not wearing armor, so
my death should be relatively painless."
The dragon sat on its hind legs and crossed its miniscule arms.
"Have you given this much thought?"
"Enough. I look at it this way-if I were to run, you'd
follow, play around with me a bit, make me fear for my life, force me
to fight, then kill me with your breath. Correct me if I'm wrong."
The dragon nodded. "You know the routine well. You must have
some experience."
"I've never fought a dragon. I was merely putting myself in
your shoes."