“Huh?” I asked her.
“A luck dragon, it’s-“
“I know what a luck dragon is, silly,” I interrupted.
She smiled. “Of course you do.”
“Would you name him Falcor?”
“No, duh! That’s too obvious. I’d name him…”
“Lucky?” I guess.
“No! That’s not what I was going to say.”
I give her a knowing look and she tries to hide in her oversized gray sweater-hoodie. After a few attempts to disappear under the hood she peeks out. I can tell from her eyes she’s smirking.
“You were totally going to say Lucky, weren’t you.”
“Yup,” she whispers.
“So would you ride him through Fantasia?”
“Who said he’s a he?”
“You just did. You called him a he. He’s a he.”
She thinks about it and shoves me a little. “Wise ass.”
“So what would you do with your luck dragon not-named-Lucky?”
She pokes her head out of the hood, more like the turtle in Neverending Story than a luck dragon. “First I’d scratch him behind the ear. They love that. Then we’d go for a ride and I’d see the city from above.”
“Well you better wear a coat. It’s only 20 degrees out.”
“Of course.”
“Where would you keep him?”
“You don’t keep a luck dragon, silly. He’s your friend. He’d be free to fly. Experience. Explore. Conquer. But he’d still show up whenever I need him most.”
“Really?”
“It’s just what luck dragons do. You know this.”
“I do.”
“You’re just messing with me.”
“Yup. I can totally see why you would want a luck dragon.”
“It’s not to skip out on tolls.”
“I know.”
“Or avoid traffic.”
“Or red lights. I know.”
“It’s just about the magic. That childhood tendency to fall in love with films.”
She sighs and pulls the sweater a little tighter.
“Come on. Let’s go get you some ice cream.”
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A Flash of Inspiration 