Little Dragons

  By Renee Hughes "But is that result worth it?" Gershom stressed. "A mediator, a third party, will in actuality create this new code not our committee." H​e was exaggerating a little. "The ideas the mediator uses will come from us. He, she or they won't be doing individual research on their own," I reasoned. G​ ershom gave an angry shake of his dragon head. "No, but the end result will be in the mediator's hands not our committees." I didn't argue with him but I also didn't relent. "​Well, I can see that you have no problem with this course of action," he said. "I will leave you so you can discuss the situation with Ezekiel." I watched as he stretched out his wings and flew away leaving the garden. H​is curt dismissal stung but it didn't change my mind. I flew off in the opposite direction leaving the golden filaments and the soothing songs. I emerged in the depths of space. Ezekiel's current restin...

  By Renee Hughes The garden's song suddenly expanded to include another melody. I listened in fascination as two different but similar songs were intertwined. The one for me and another for the garden's latest visitor. I sensed who this new presence was but I didn't want to engage him for now so instead I focused on the music. It was very beautiful. The two really meshed well together except for a discordant note or two. "I have been looking for you," Gershom whispered. I felt rather than saw his sleek dragon body lay next to mine. "Well you found me," I said with a heavy sigh. Gershom staid silent for a moment and the two of us just lay there. " It was a rough session," he finally admitted. "No one said creating a social code for these inhabitants would be easy." His words pricked my temper. I turned to face him. He lay stretched out on a solid web of glowing filaments. His golden yellow eyes staring into my own. There was ...