Flash Fiction #212 – Damsels in Distress

Against the elm, Sir Alistair kissed the maiden.

It’s not everyday a fair damsel appears, requesting a kiss.

Unladylike, certainly, but who was he to say no?

“Thanks,” she said, pushing him away with a sigh. “I needed that. Now, leave these woods. You’re not safe.”

But the knight followed her to the lair.

A dragon!

Countless maidens were being held captive!

He unsheathed his sword; the women screamed.

“Don’t worry I’ll save you, ladies!”

The women tore him to bits, saving their beloved dragon, as they always did.

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