At first I only wanted to distract you, then I wanted to tell you a story and now I’m telling you all manner of personal things. I suppose no story comes to life without them. What about fairy tales? These are great stories but they didn’t happen, though something happened somewhere, was cooked up and bent and shaped and carved and swallowed by some storyteller and spat out again and further formed and kneaded until it became a fairy tale and the prince and the princess in distress would never ever have recognized their fate in it. Or would they? Maybe royal couples, dwarves, witches and dragons all over the world read these fairy tales and cry “That’s just like what happened to me!” Never mind the truth of the matter, memory fails when narrative is at stake. Dragons mean nothing except on parchment. This really is true, I’ve seen it myself: when a dragon cries, it must erase your memory to protect its honor. To do that, the beast turns back time itself! Apparently, the local travel through time is such a tickle and feast for the senses that some knights keep making dragons cry just for the sake of taking another trip. It’s too bad you can’t get dragon tears more easily because they’re supposed to rapidly heal serious body rashes.
#41/1000. © Marcus Speh. Part of the flash novella 100 Days And Nights 1000 Years Ago Photo: Alfred Kubin, Der Gefangene Drache (1936).
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