Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
It’s still unsettling, though.
I glance up at the big dragon, watching as it settles its wings against its big body in languid, even motions, like a bird in slow-mo. On a whim, I wave up at it. When I was a child—in the Before—I was always that kid that tried to get the caboose on the train to whistle, or a truck driver to blow his horn. It was my way of being seen, I guess, and I suppose that’s why I do it now. I don’t expect a response.
I sure don’t expect the dragon’s eyes to flare bright gold and the gaze to lock onto me.
I gasp, stumbling over an old tire and falling over. I land in the mud and wipe my hands off with a grimace, then look back up at the barricade.
The dragon hasn’t moved. His eyes are gray.
Just my imagination, I tell myself, like Michael and his cat-sized bugs.
It’s all in my head.