The parking attendant paused by the double-length bay. Intended for mobile homes and cars with trailers, it was currently occupied by a sleeping dragon.

No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.

The parking attendant moved on.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

@MicroSFF Did you mean "ticket" for "ticked"? :)
@ann3nova Yes, thank you. Edited now.
@MicroSFF NP! Lovely tale as always. :)
@MicroSFF Rules are rules. 🤷‍♂️
@MicroSFF Do you know how hard is to find a cave being a proper nest for the dragon? In this economy?

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On arriving back at the office, the attendant emailed a note to their supervisor:

"We should either make sure that our ticket machines accept gold coins, or install a change machine that will take them."

Do you mean ticket as in a payment stub, or ticket as in a parking violation?

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@MicroSFF this made me smile.
@MicroSFF I wonder who the driver is. At least they parked their dragon properly. 🙂🐉
@MicroSFF The problem, if any, will be at the "pay at exit" part.
@MicroSFF The Dragonborn probably went to sell their loot to the nearby merchants.
@MicroSFF :chefs-kiss: Perfect.

@MicroSFF Let sleeping (legally parked) dragons lie.

(Shamelessly stolen from a screenshot of this on a different social site.)

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How to Park Your Dragon

@MicroSFF Parking attendant not paid enough to start a problem with a dragon.