“Detective Ocho had been obsessed with the idea that dragons were real. When he was a boy he saw one in his garden. Even more incredibly it had spoken to him.
“My name is Philoss.”
The memory came back to him recently at a crime scene. He could have sworn that out of the corner of his eye he had seen a dog-sized green dragon, perching on a lamp post.
His mind had become infected with the idea that dragons were living amongst them. He had to keep his thoughts a secret if he wanted to keep his job, the police shrink would have his badge quicker than he could spell Tolkien if he started spouting theories of dragons living in the rooftops.”
Copyright John de Gruyther 2018
