The day passed. Darkness settled around the campfire; glowing orange and red sparks danced up from the flames. Suddenly the crackling fire was the only sound. All at once a triangle shaped head was silhouetted against the night and on the other side of us there appeared a man in a flowing cape. We were surrounded and terrified.
There was a buzzing sound and a shriek. The shade operative disappeared. The dragonfly swooped towards the croco. A frenzy followed. When it ended the croco was gone and the dragonfly was shrinking as it dove toward the box to slumber again.
By Shari Marshall – April 21, 2018
Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #84.