No one but the boy’s mother dared approach him to put his blindfold back on; they were afraid that they too would have their heads smashed against the walls.
“Dear Sunshine,” his mother said, crossing her arms. It was the first time he ever got a good look at his mother—she was thin and fierce, like a dragon. Ugly but aesthetically pleasing. He admired the sight of her. “What have I said about killing people?”
“Not to,”
he said, a tad sulky.
“And why did you?”
Because the dragon wanted me to, he could have answered. Because the knight was stupid and deserved it and because all day, every day, the dragon screams under my skin Release me Release me Release me Release me and so I released him and it felt good.
“I forgot,”
he said instead.
She looked at him with disbelief.
“Don’t kill and don’t lie. You know better.”
Her stern face was the last thing he saw before she looped the blindfold around his eyes once more.
