Free At Last – Sunday Photo Fiction

Photo by Alistair Forbes

Free At Last

The rules for dragons were different in this time of weak magic. Normally a dragon’s soul flowed into an awaiting egg. Without anyone believing in the things between things anymore, dragon souls found themselves pulled into simple figurines instead.

The experience infuriated Palimfurus. Unable to move in the silvery dragon figurine of Smaug, he focused his powerful mind on the young girl every time she drew near. He willed her to know his name, and know he was no evil dragon. He couldn’t tell if she felt his call or not.

Elle returned home from school. At 14, she was dreaming of love and romance with someone wonderful like Aragorn from the Lord of the Rings movies. She stopped at her desk to make her Aragorn and Arwen figurines kiss warmly. “Kissing is important!” she told the figures.

Then she turned to the figurine of Smaug. “I sense some good in you, you know.” Elle paused. She’d been thinking about this a lot. “You need a secret name to pull the good out. I will name you…”



You can do it! Palimfurus focused hard.


YES! Now give me a task, thought Palimfurus. Release me!

“It’s up to you to guard Aragorn and Arwen, and everyone in this house, okay? That’s your secret mission!”

Palimfurus sighed. Seriously? He needed a great task to release him from the boundaries of the figurine. This task was nothing. He knew freedom to assume his natural form would never occur without a great accomplishment. What could possibly threaten anyone in this gated community in suburbia?

Elle moved to her window and looked outside. Idly, she noticed a strange car parked outside, but thought nothing of it. She closed the curtains and changed out of her school clothes.

In the car outside, Dikalu put down his binoculars. She was perfect, noted the Chechen mercenary. She was blond and blue-eyed. He wondered if her fair skin would hold up in the scorching sun of Yemen. Then he scoffed. She wouldn’t see daylight for years once the Sheik’s son started having his way.

Dikalu grinned. She would fetch a higher-than-normal price, he was sure of it. Kidnapping her would be easy with the parents leaving on a “date night” and leaving the teenager behind. Too bad that trusting her alone in the house wasn’t their greatest worry!


Red and blue lights flickered across the face Sergeant Poul. He said, “You wanna talk to the parents, or see the body?”

Detective Jefferies yawned and took another sip of fresh coffee. “Body,” he mumbled. It was going to be a long night.

Poul shrugged and led him to the body. He pointed. “Not much left to identify. We’re trying to get prints from the car over there.”

The head and shoulders of Dikalu were incinerated. His skull had crumbled as the very bone began to burn. The fire had been highly focused since the rest of the body was, largely, intact. Still, the legs were crushed, the bones fractured in numerous places as though an enormous weight stood upon them. It was clear he’d been pinned by it, still quite alive, before a blow torch from Hell turned him to charcoal.

Across the pulped legs, a three-toed footprint, four-feet across, shown clearly. Jefferies nodded to it and said, “That looks like…”

“I wouldn’t dare to comment on it,” said Poul, looking away. “The tracks continue to the street and disappear.”

Later, Elle didn’t risk admitting all she’d seen. “I remember he had golden eyes,” she said. “What does it matter? He rescued me!”

“Well, did he say anything?” said Jefferies.

Elle just smiled sadly. “He said he was free at last!.”
Alistair Forbes is back after a long and well deserved rest. Welcome home, Al! Each week, Al sacrifices a first-born photo to the Gods of Literature so that we may write flash fiction stories from his wonderful pics. This is my story answering the pic above. Look here for more stories based upon the same photo:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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22 Responses to Free At Last – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. babso2you says:

    Excellent story oh WordMaster! I really enjoyed the way you wove through the characters. Now I wonder where dear old Palimfurus is today. Would you happen to know? ^..^

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  2. Excellent story! You captured my interest in the very beginning and kept me captivated with every word. Loved the ending! The good guy (?) wins!! Yay

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  3. Lyn says:

    Babs has it right oh WordMaster. But the ending was so sad. I do hope Palimfurus comes back to pay Elle a visit. I’m sure she’d love to see him; I know I would — I’ve always had a soft spot for dragons. Despite what people think, most of them are noble creatures.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Oh but Palimfurus realized his dream of freedom to be his actual self. That’s a happy thing. Consider now that they are linked by magic, because she set him free. One day, when she needs him most, he’ll hear her need and come to her aid.

      I’ve got a soft spot for dragons too. You might’ve noticed they appear in my stories many times. I’m not hugely into fantasy(elves, dwarves, etc.), but I’m a sucker for dragon stories. 😉 Thanks so much Lyn! 🙂

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  4. Sunday Fiction says:

    Oooh brilliant

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  5. Great story. Carried me along all the way on it’s scaly wings. I liked your new class of archetypical villain – a Chechen mercenary kidnapping for the Sheik’s son.
    Authentic police dialogue, too.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Thanks Patrick! I’m glad to hear the story moved along well enough. Glad the villain was interesting enough too. Your kind words are much appreciated. 🙂


  6. I guess that is a pretty great task. What I’m wondering is what he’s going to do now that he’s free.

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  7. afairymind says:

    I love this! You had me gripped from start to finish. Great characterisations. I hope Palimfurus enjoys his freedom. 🙂

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  8. Shey says:

    I loved this one. Well-written.

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