The Coast: Four Lines of Prose

Flying high above the coast, looking for a meal or a game, their wings beat unperceptive to wayward travels below. The occasional guttural scream would attract the traveler's attention only to be dismissed as the wind howling angrily around one of the craggly rocks sitting tall at sea. Fleeting dark shadows drove a chill into the men, young and old alike, but it was the jeweled bellies that told them the promise land was near. For then, there was no denying that dragons were about.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***