Red Writing Hood: And All Was Revealed

Prompt: This week, we’d like you to write a post – fiction or creative non-fiction – which begins with a countdown. “Three, two, one.” You pick what the countdown is for. The ideas above are just suggestions. Use your imagination and have fun with it! I am continuing to play with Zenna and Boone from last week's adventure.


"Three...two...one," a heavy sigh from behind me. My eyes covered, I waited; I sensed that Boone was stretching, unfurling after a long day. My tattoo throbbed, but I barely noticed.

"Okay. You can turn around," Boone said. "Remember--you promised. No hysterics!"

I waited to uncover my eyes until I was facing him.

Boone was crouched, one knee on the floor, to accommodate the space in my bedroom. From his shoulder blades extended leathery wings covered with iridescent green scales; the scales flowed over the rest of his body. I watched the light dance over them, and noticed that Boone's feet had doubled in size. Enormous claws had erupted from his toes. I followed the leg up into the chest and shoulders, to find him looking at me, intelligent green eyes glowing in a face surrounded by a green frilled collar.

The man I loved was really a dragon!

He stood up gracefully, aware of his position in the tiny room, and had to duck his head so it didn't end up in the attic. He towered over me, and it should have been intimidating and scary.

Instead, I stepped toward him, and his wings seemed to curl around my shoulders. My hands slid over him, slowly. His skin was cool to the touch, but softer than any other skin I'd ever felt. I leaned in close, closed my eyes, and inhaled Boone's incredible scent. This snapped a cord within me, releasing me from myself. At that moment, I desired nothing less than to let my lips replace my hands and continue my frenzy of exploration. Stepping closer to Boone's chest, I softly pressed my lips over his heart. He shuddered.

"Oh Boone," my voice a whisper. "You're magnificent." "I want you now, Zenna," his voice was a growl, barely contained. My breath hitched, my skin electrified.

Then his claws tore my shirt off in one move.