To PJ. I am sad to hear the news about your mother. We have never met, but I know what it is like to lose those we love.
Tim all you have to do is wade across. I dare you.
But it will be very cold, Clive.
Why are you afraid.
They say it is enchanted, that once a dragon lived here, that he defended the people of Elmet, against those that would harm them.
That is rubbish, it’s only a river. If you go I will follow.
Ok: burr it is cold, Clive its got hold of me.
Don’t be daft,
As Tim felt himself being pulled under the surface he took a deep breath. He knew he was being taken deep, he was afraid. Then he felt the warmth enveloping him.
If I am going to die I will do it with my eyes open.
Before him was a vast underwater cavern, its ceiling and walls lined with glittering precious stones. But the floor was covered with rusted swords and human bones. Then as a stream of warm bubbles issued forth from deep within the cavern, Tim saw the dragon.
Wake up, do wake up Tim.
Thank you PJ for posting this prompt at what is a very difficult time for you.