Interview

“It’s a mess, these wannabes today – oh, uh, I’ll have a Sulfur Mixer, heavy on the tar,” the dragon said. The waitress turned expectantly to Conroy.

“Seltzer water,” said Conroy, jotting in his notepad. He didn’t glance at the waitress as she departed. “Tell me more. You mentioned things have changed recently?”

The dragon tapped a claw idly. “Oh, it’s hell, it really is. They all want a piece of you. All wrapped up in their silly steel shells. You can’t see a thing in those helmets, that isn’t right in front of you. Tunnel vision, that’s what it is.”