by Sarah Masters
Oh here you are, Jason, right on cue. Welcome to my cave. It’s only been 2000 years and you’re right, time flies in these legends. Give us a twirl, it’s not often I see humans. Nice robes. And I like the stick. Not a stick, you say? Fair enough. You forged it yourself? Clever. No, I don’t need to see it. No, put it down –
The thing is, Jase – I can call you Jase, can’t I? This golden fleece I’m sitting on, you can have it. Yes, gratis. No need to fight me. No need at all.
What, you don’t want it? You ungrateful little shit. Oh, an anti-climax, yes, I suppose so. They do like to spin out these legends, don’t they, the writers. Always got to have a struggle. Well okay, tell me what you’ve been up to. A little birdie said you got to the land beyond Bear Mountain, and then – oh, yes, that does look sore. Exciting! No, not exciting? And the Clashing Rocks? Nearly crushed? Rescued by a dove? Your arms ache from rowing? Oh, you poor thing.
Yes, take a pew. You want to know about here? Sorry, Jase, but nothing ever happens here. Walls, gold, flames, that’s it. You want to see flames? Okay, lean back, I’ll breathe the other way. Impressive, eh? I didn’t hurt you, did I?
I know, Jase, I can see it looks relaxing, and the cave’s very cosy, but it’s been soooo boring guarding this fleece. Tbh I envy you, out there on the high seas, swashbuckling. Medea, is that your girlfriend’s name? Word in your shell-like: I wouldn’t trust her. She may seem besotted but she won’t be good for you in the long run. Don’t shake that thing about, you know I’m right, and I already told you, you can have this fleece. Oh, you’re still harping on about being a dragon. Well I’ll tell you, you live here and you need a hobby. You’ve got a hobby, you say? A potter? True, there is a lot of clay round here, a whole cave full in fact, and it’s a doddle firing it, you just open your throat and – yes, you could use that stick thing to cook food, just like a spit. You’re a clever man, Jase, no wonder they made you a hero.
A deal, you say, Jase. Now that’s an interesting idea, and not as difficult as you might think. Basically, we just swap costumes. I know! That’s magic for you. All I’ve got to do is pull this bit here and I’m like a new born babe. Voila! Put your stuff down there and pull this on, and we’ll do a swap. Yes, the sword too. Wow, it fits you a treat. Beautiful.
You want to roar? Yes, you just pucker your lips and – no, not yet, Jase, not yet – !
Bio:
Sarah Masters lives in York and teaches English for Speakers of Other Languages. She has tiny stories in Full House Literary, Roi Fainéant, The Hooghly Review, CafeLit and Shooter Flash. Contact @serreyjma