art by Seth Alan Bareiss
by Donald S. Crankshaw
"What's my motivation?" George asked.
"Your motivation?" Susan said. "Your motivation is that you don't want to be eaten."
"It must be more complex than that!" George complained. He probably just didn't like the fact that he was running away in this scene. George made a peremptory gesture, and some young girl in his entourage rushed to bring him a bottle of expensive mineral water. He had at least twenty sycophants catering to his every whim when the camera wasn't actually rolling.
"No it doesn't! Big scary monster!" Susan gestured to the dragon, who slavered obligingly. "Innocent victim!" She tried not to invest too much sarcasm in the word "innocent." The man had slept with half her interns, but she couldn't hold that against his character, could she? Nor could she hold it against the interns, not really. He was a good looking man, square-jawed, muscular--even dressed in rags, he looked like the champion his character would become. If they ever managed to film the damned movie. "Go!"
"But a dragon is never just a dragon," George insisted. "It must represent something."