Category Archives: The Dragon in the Lobby: a fairytale about Assisted Living
From the mouths of old babes
by cheri block Took my mother Joan to her monthly infusion at the local hospital this morning. There, sitting with a drip line in her tiny arm and a Glamour Magazine in her crooked fingers, she said, How did I … Continue reading
Queen Joan and the Cobalt Blue Mirror (8)
by cheri block Queen Joan, too, was readying herself to move, one last time. She adjusted her crown, tipping it back a bit for balance and appointment. She valued balance since her body had lost it 15 years ago in … Continue reading
Alonzo’s Mirror (7)
by cheri block Alonzo saw, in his mirror, a young virile dragon with bright golden eyes, orbs surrounded by firm blue skin and symmetrical scales. Not a blemish on his nose, not a scar on his cheek, not a bag … Continue reading
Alonzo’s Morning Shower (6)
by cheri block Alonzo stepped into his shower, turning the water temperature to 45 degrees Fahrenheit and letting the waterfall cool his overheated scales. “Come on Baby, light my fire,” he sang, thumping and splashing to the beat of his … Continue reading
The Queen is Moving In Today (5)
by cheri block Move-In day for Joan arrived as scheduled. My, how time has moved along itself, I thought, still in the sack, trying to recharge my battery for the big day ahead. Why, just a little while ago, a … Continue reading
A-L-O-N-Z-O was his Name-O (4)
by cheri block Oh, she sailed a-way, on a bright and sunny day, On the back of a croc-o-di-le, (clap four times) “You see,” said she, “He’s as tame as tame can be, I’ll ride him down the Ni-le,” But … Continue reading
A Visit with the King (3)
by cheri block King Beowulf, the Geat military hero of yore—killer of the monster Grendel, killer of Grendel’s crazed mother, and (gulp) killer of a fiery dragon who protected a wealthy hoard—summoned Alonzo to his mead-hall, an impressive office and … Continue reading
The Tour: the apartment (2)
by cheri block The tour began when Alonzo dropped his large blue muzzle, allowed his thin elastic blue lids to move down over and shield his yellow eyes, tucked his head beneath his massive chest, and then in a rumble … Continue reading
The Dragon in the Lobby (1)
by cheri block Mother and I entered the burial mound through the front door, guarded by a magnificent and proud blue dragon. We’d come to take a tour of the facilities and see the hoard—a maze of small apartments, a … Continue reading
