Dragon
a micro-fiction prompt
Roads of time fade into ancient stones strewn across the land. Stepping into the woods, mist rises from the forest floor. Dense swirling white air, impossible to see through.
Without warning, the fog is drawn away, pulled skyward in a single inhale. The sound of breathing is deafening, inescapable.
PROMPT: Dragon
Genre: Open - Microfiction
300 words or less