Secrets of the Dragons
A barista recounts the decision he made that changed his life forever
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.
Up until recently, the worst anyone had to worry about in San Fernando was paying for their ten-dollar latte or occasionally outmaneuvering a flashing homeless man. The most vicious creatures on the streets were studio executives on the hunt for growing talent with dreams ripe for the crushing.
Then the sightings started.
The first dragon sighting was on July 4th. It fit the bill — everything you’d expect a dragon to be — making a bigger bang than any firework that night. A whole block was levelled trying to contain it but miraculously no lives were lost. Nobody knew where it came from, or where it went, but sightings escalated from there. In a month, there were over six-hundred unique sightings.
I wasn’t unfortunate enough to set my eyes on one until today.
My day started the same way any Monday would, reluctant to go to a job that I hate. I’ve got nothing but respect for people who spend their lives in the service industry, but I lost my love for it after the third time someone threatened to sue me for accidently putting oat milk in their Macchiato instead of almond milk. Let’s face it, I won’t be missed. My calling is somewhere else.
But I haven’t figured out where that somewhere else is yet, so my morning was filled with your average amount of coffee slinging.
My lunch break was a different story.
“Excuse me?! I’ve got somewhere to be,” huffed some yoga mom from across the shop. She chose to ignore that I was clearly mid-panini, so I chose to ignore her.
While she spoke to my manager, I enjoyed my last moments of peace. Read up on the conspiracy theory that dragons are related to radioactive crocodiles. Insane, and makes absolutely no sense, but an immersive read and learned some fun facts. Did you know crocodiles can’t stick their tongues out of their mouths?
Anyway, before I donned my apron to join the frontline for another shift, I looked back to my manager and she wasn’t there anymore. In fact, most of the shop had filed out, with only a few meerkatting for a better view of outside from their seats. Everyone else was stood on the sidewalk.
Naturally, I joined them.
“What’s going on?” I asked. Got a taste of my own medicine when nobody responded. I asked a few more times, but didn’t get a straight answer. Before long, I didn’t need one.
A huge fiery bang rumbled through the street from only a couple blocks away. Sent half the observers into a jog in the other direction. Most of the other half were filled with worried whispers about what the noise was and whether or not we should call the cops. Anyone else had their phones out to record what came next.
The closed Forever 50 across the street was instantly turned into rubble. As if out of nowhere, a wrecking ball built of two interlocked dragons barrelled through it, sending white slacks and golf clubs 30 feet into the air. They unravelled right in front of the coffee shop. Two hulking masses of muscle — each bigger than a bus — facing off right in front of me.
I did what anyone else would: I got the hell out of there.
Problem with dragons is, me running for two minutes is their version of flying for ten seconds.
It seemed wherever I ran, their fight followed. The bigger of the two, covered in vibrant purple scales, appeared to be winning as it seemed to be the only one capable of spewing fire everywhere. You can understand why I was rooting for the red one. The only clear loser was the road beneath their feet which turned into a black slop of molten asphalt.
They knocked me off my feet every time they crashed into each other. The sheer force of their bodies meeting felt like I was about to have a heart attack. And if it wasn’t their titanic clashing that would give me one, it would be their flailing tails that, on multiple occasions, I watched cleave through palm trees and buildings alike without a hint that they’d even crossed paths until the aforementioned crumbled in on itself.
In short, I was nearly collateral damage a dozen times in what I can only assume was a territorial dispute…between dragons.
But my day managed to get worse.
When I was finally out of breath, when I thought I could run no more and was going to become a red stain on the sidewalk, the purple dragon was launched into the local DFC I was using as cover. I stood by its door when the ceiling and two floors above were peeled back into the building behind.
I remember freezing. A whiff of fried chicken pulled me out of it. I turned around to inspect the dragon after a few moments of not hearing any movement. It wasn’t there anymore. Just an immense cloud of steam.
I checked for the red dragon in the street too. Also gone. They’d disappeared faster than they’d arrived.
That could have been the end of it.
I could have left there and then. Never seen a dragon again. But I made possibly the worst decision of my life.
I went into the back of the DFC, walking through the steam and sprawled out chicken, looking for any sign of where the dragon was, all because I had a stupid question in the back of my mind: ‘I wonder if dragons can stick their tongue out of their mouth.’
What I saw in the rubble of that kitchen questioned everything I knew.
Standing in the midst of the mist was a man. Mostly nude, with the exception of some very flattering jean shorts. He was lathered in sweat, had muscles for days, and was posing like a body builder with the biggest grin on his face until I walked in.
“Hey…you’re not who I thought you were,” he said.
I said the only thing that came to mind: “You’re not a dragon.”
About the Creator
M. J. Northwood
With a good few years of professional writing experience under his belt, M.J decided that his writing was interesting enough to turn into books.
Only you can decide how wrong he was.
www.criticaltales.co.uk
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Comments (34)
OOooooh! I love a good dragon story - and this is a GREAT one! Such a brilliant concept, you should continue it!
like your story.
Great out-of-the-box thinking on this. I also like your unique style and phrasing. I would definitely have kept reading had there been more.
Good to read a present day variety story. One typo you could fix-oat instead of oak.
I enjoyed reading this! A neat spin to the challenge. Great job.
Nice twist on the theme. Well done, my friend.
That was a fun and hilarious ride! I want to know what happens next!!!
Spectacular! Felt like I was watching these dragons fight, and that closing bit was hilarious. 😁
Made me laugh until my face hurt! A fun and well paced little read. 10/10, would read the rest of that story!
Ha! Love it, made me chuckle.
Very cool. I especially loved "meerkatting"
Very personable - I’d continue reading it…
I would definitely want to keep reading that story!
This was a funny one!
What a pleasure to read!! I absolutely loved the way this story flowed. The sarcasm and wittiness interwoven throughout this piece was impeccable!
The story line was nice, imagine this in a modern sense was interesting.
Caught my attention easily. Enjoyed the modern context and its originality.
Loved the first person narrative, and sarcasm in the character's voice. Well written. Nicely done!
We had polar opposite takes in our stories but the results of yours are truly incredible and witty to boot! Keep writing, you truly are talented.
Great story!
A modern twist to a dragon tale.
A good modern on the dragon. I was a little confused by this sentence "I wasn’t unfortunate enough to set my eyes on one until today." I can't tell if you wanted to see them or not. With the part where you were mid-panini, it was hard to tell if you were standing behind a counter eating and that was why the woman was mad or were you at a table in uniform and she was mad. It was an area that needed to be worked through because I would think if the barista was on lunch he wouldn't look like an employee in the dining area.
Very enjoyable read :)
I'd keep reading that! Great intro.
I love the internal monologue of sarcasm. Easy to read and follow, we took similar takes in the beginning haha.