Jerry V Jack
Bio
Learned at 20 that I am Chickasaw, mostly. My white bigoted mother tried to raise me as assimilated. Why she married my Native father? Love is stronger than bigotry? I'll never know....but it was a house divided within itself. Yet I am.
Stories (1/0)
Valley of the Bell
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, though no one else remembers when. The small dragons have been around for as many generations as can be counted among the memories of the Elders. They are useful, playful, colorful and imaginative little creatures that make life living in this isolated crevice one of the highlights of every bright morning. Our valley is so deep and so long that there’s not a single tale left of anyone having come in from out there in over 30 generations. And only a few intrepid young fools with their playful little dragons in tow have ventured up to the edge just to get a peek at what lies beyond. They always come back exhausted and perplexed that all they can see is a vast flat wasteland in every direction; except for of course: the bell.
By Jerry V Jack2 years ago in Fiction
