“Abracadabra.” Sara stared at the dragon atop the grandfather clock. “Hocus… Pocus.” Her eyebrows creased. “Piggily…Wiggily.”
“Piggily, wiggily?” Evan burst out laughing.
“Stop laughing, Evan.”
“Well, it’s got to be very simple magic. The caretaker said the dragon had last taken flight when the little girl was still alive. The brochure says ElsaMay died when she was only five. She couldn’t have known that many magic words.”
“Our tour guide…”
“The caretaker,” Sara interrupted.
Our guide/caretaker, also said this movie set closed right after Baby of Dragonslayer flopped.”
“Shush, Evan. I think I saw it move.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Requirements: Create a 200-words (or less) flash fiction story using the photo prompt.