Little Dragons

  By Renee Hughes Gershom gave me an unreadable look. Then Ezekiel's voice spoke catching everyone's attention. "The First Age of Enlightenment Discussion will start momentarily." My companion then popped one final sushi roll into his mouth and placed his plate on the table. "Are you staying?" he asked me. I nodded my head. The Little Dragon giving the talk, Sandra was a dear friend of mine. "Are you?" I asked him. Gershom nodded his head. "I plan to listen to all the lectures. This is a momentous occasion for our people." His words underscored the gravity of our new partnership. Michael then came into view. He gave us an uncertain look. "Are we watching this together?" he asked giving me the opportunity to declare if I wanted more alone time with my companion. I looked in Gershom's direction, but he was looking elsewhere. His eyes fixated on another person in the distance. "Excuse me," he said leaving us. I watch...

  By Renee Hughes Gershom led me over to one of the tables. I managed to muster some enthusiasm for a beautiful fluffy white confection littered with multicolored sprinkles. It reminded me of a rainbow glowing in the clouds. I often saw them after a rainstorm. I had even become the rain, so I could feel the light refracting through the drops creating that natural wonder. Perhaps eating one now would help me with my conflicting thoughts. Unfortunately, it tasted nothing like the experience. It was too heavy and sweet. A sharp contrast to the refreshing quality of water and airy substance of light. I was unable to finish, so I placed it back on the table. "Not to your taste?" Gershom asked me. I turned towards him. He was eating raw fish wrapped in a rice roll. I believe the name for it was sushi. Only a few brave Little Dragons had touched food actually made from animals. "How can you eat that?" I asked him. His unconventional thoughts and ideas were starting to real...