Done my first ever #flashfriday competition entry 🙂
SATURDAY UPDATE: Unavoidable events mean results this round will not be posted until Sunday. Apologies, and many thanks for your patience.
CLOSED!!! but don’t cry–so many wondrous stories to read & chat about! Results will post Saturday afternoon ET. Thanks for coming out. See you next week!
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
–Robert Frost, 1920
Don’t let the introductory poem throw you off: today’s challenge isn’t about the end of the world (unless you want it to be, of course!), but rather about the tension of opposites. Fire and ice are both beautiful, destructive, and at opposite ends of the thermometer. And ohhhh…
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Play in Progress 
In case you don’t want to trawl through another blog’s comments, here is the story:
“How to Survive an Argument With a Dragon”
“Tis a simple matter, mortal.” the Dragon sighed. “Pick wisely. The wrong choice means certain death…” The ‘th’ in death was (dramatically?) extended like a snake’s hiss.
Having never seen a real dragon before, this particular mortal examined the wizened face, wondering whether snakes had a common ancestor. From her experience with fossils it seemed unlikely to be dinosaurs.
“And you will not harm me before I’ve made a choice?”
The Dragon nodded. “I wouldst not kill thee afore a choice is made, Mortal.”
“I have a name. Mona Fury.” the mortal cried. Both names recycled from relatives, which annoyed her intensely. Not that this would matter if she didn’t solve the Dragon’s riddle.
“Thou hast two ways ahead to escape the cave. One of fire, one of ice.” the Dragon gestured to each with her free claw. The other, cold and clammy – not snakes then – gripped the caver expertly.
“Put me down then.” Mona said calmly. The Dragon lowered and unfurled its claw.
“I choose… not to choose. I’ll make my own way out.”
“Very clever, Human.” the Dragon conceded. Triumphantly, Mona bent to pick up her caving gear.
“Of course, that WAS still a ‘choice’ though, wasn’t it…”