The Dragon Who Kept Her Human Eyes

The village children asked whether she remembered being human. She told them yes, though memory had become a slippery fish. She remembered rain on a window, a blue cup with a chipped handle, and the particular sorrow of saying goodbye. But most mornings, she woke with scales cool beneath her cheek and found the old life growing farther away. Only her eyes remained unchanged. They watched the world as if it had just begun.