Bernadette has challenged her followers with this prompt this week.
Check out her original post here:
It was a dark and stormy night as the little plane stayed on course thanks to the skill of Jim and his co-pilot. Not only had the weather been against them, but they’d suffered a lightning strike resulting in engine trouble.
Both were therefore relieved to see the lights of home after one of the worst flights they had ever experienced.
The outline below was familiar, yet something was vaguely different as two pairs of tired but determined eyes focused on the runway lights on their approach in the misty gloom.
Suddenly, invisible forces snatched away control.
Spiralling down to smash into the choppy waters, the two men watched helplessly in shock, horror and awe as the head rose on its scaled body.
The curve of light erupted into flame, belched from the nostrils of the Sleeping Beast as it took them into its belly, roused by the annoying pitch of the engine’s whine.