That Time of the Century

Photo by: Jean L. Hays

The gargantuan dragon had proven impervious to human weapons and still demanded a virgin.

General Cavendish saluted fifteen-year old Genevieve Holder with a tear. “Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

Genevieve shook with fear, but bravely entered the cave entrance. Twenty minutes later, she returned, laughing.

Worried, Cavendish said, “What’s wrong?”

Still chuckling, Genevieve said, “It’s fine. She’s going through changes, and it’s that time of the century.”

Cavendish shook his head, confused. “Time for what?”

Genevieve patted his arm. “It’s a girl thing, General. I’m gonna need fifty yards of super-absorbent foam, preferably pink.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/08/10-may-2019/

Authors Notes:

Guys, if you still don’t get it…ask a female friend for help…