Oh, I love this one. I’ll consider expanding it sometime, because I see lots of short story potential. How about you?
“Wait for it.”
The boys sat on the ridge, buzzing with curiosity, ripe with excitement.
“Are you sure?” The younger asked.
“Quiet, will ya? Just watch!”
Sunset. The first rumble was soft, like far cried thunder.
They waited. An ear-splitting crack. The ground burst up, a roar split the thin air, and a dragon with fire-etched wings rose from the caldera. It turned, regarded them with ancient eyes, and then took to the painted sky.
The younger boy stared, open-mouthed. The elder laughed. “Well?” he asked.
A sheepish smile. “I’m… not cold any more.”