This tale was written based on the following prompts
The idea had been to find shelter, but in hindsight, the choice was been badly made, for it only left me more exposed … to the stares of my fellow commuters.
Hanging from the ceiling I silently cursed, as an elderly woman screamed, then dropped to the floor in a dead faint. I was beginning to think that this situation wouldn’t improve any time soon.
As the train’s whistle sounded, I glanced out the window ignoring the grumbles, if I disembarked it would only cause more ruckus, and anyway, the sign had said no dogs … not, no dragons.