Halloween Havoc

Jack spotted Princess Xara and swooped down, “Princess! Silverwing is right behind me. Before he burns down the entire bookstore, will you please just go back home?” 

The princess snorted, “Jack, he’s fictional. He can’t burn anything.”

“Tell that to the models in Fashions of Past Ages. By the way, nice outfit.  Or the inhabitants of A Brief History of Witchcraft! Hey, cute broom. Anyway, they’re directing an angry dragon which direction you went while trying to resist being incinerated by him!”

Xara frowned, “Well it seems the old bastard has ruined another night out.  Happy freakin’ Halloween to me!” 



This story was written for the weekly Tuesday Tales flash fiction challenge.