Summertime Fruit (Otherwise Untitled)
#146 of Short Stories
A dragon waits, the gryphon wiser.
~ The dragon froze in the kitchen, arm stretched out towards the refrigerator. In the moment, he was locked between desire and self control, with neither yet the clear victor.
~ From her sprawl on the couch, the gryphon cried out with assistance. "It's not cold yet, ya' goof. It's only been like, four hours. Stop checking."
~ The dragon sighed, retreating from the kitchen and hopes of watermelon