Disguise Escape

Amelia hummed an old children's song as she walked through the market. Everyone was in high alert looking for her and the Dragon she had made. Her nearly white hair wasn't hard to miss, so they were sure they'd find her in no time. But if she dressed like a nun, her hair couldn't be seen. Sure she was fair skin, but so was sister Martha and sister Claira. Everyone would confuse her for one of them or another sister. The basket she carried with both hands appeared to contain a huge load of laundry. Though hiding in the mass of clothes was her pet dragon. Though he was only the size of a dog, he was still pretty heavy. She struggled to carry it to the laundry mat, but she couldn't risk anyone else carrying the basket. If the dragon let out a growl at anyone carrying the basket, she would be found out.
She smiled I relief as the laundry mat came into view. She walked inside and smiled at the man at the counter. She walked to the back and peaked out the small window. Her truck was still there. Untouched. She looked back and saw the attendant busy with a magazine. She pulled out clothes and placed the in a washer. The Dragon looked up at her with large eyes. She held her finger to her mouth as a single not to make a sound. She carefully wrapped him in a blanket and picked him up like a child. She dumped the rest of the clothes in the washer. She looked back up to make sure the attendant wasn't looking and slipped out the back door. She closed it soft and slow so it wouldn't make a sound. She got into the truck and placed the Dragon in the seat beside her.
"Stay down till I say so," Amelia whispered. She pulled the keys out of the robe's pocket and started the car. It wasn't the best car, but she only needed it to get out of the town. She started the car and drove away. She glanced in the mirror to see that only two people looked up at her truck, but went about their day after a quick glance at the loud engine.
"I've never been happier to own such a plane looking car," Amelia laughed in relief.