Ewan Pendle and the White Wraith

A dragon, as big as a minibus, its scrubbed hide a darkened magenta, was foraging for food in a large blue skip that sate just outside the school’s tall green steel spoke fence, the creature’s pointy snout rummaging through the various debris on offer.

As far as Ewan could see, the dragon wasn’t doing any harm, and if anything it was helping out by making the skip a little lighter in its load. He had puzzled a little, though, at the monster’s choice of foodstuffs, as the skip it was eating out of was sat on the street in front of a house being renovated, nothing more than bits of twisted metal and discarded wood and plastic inside. Despite this, the dragon seemed to be happily nibbling on the gleaming metal pieces in particular.

Ewan stared without blinking as the beast chomped away, blissfully un-bothered by the steady bustle of human traffic around it, all of whom clearly had no idea it was there. As Ewan finally chanced a blink of his eyes, he was further confused to see the dragon still in its place when his lids were reopened, initially expecting the whole thing to be nothing more than some twisted schoolyard dream.

Ewan Pendle and the White Wraith by Shaun Hume

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