Reptiles evolved into birds. They sprouted feathers, developed hollow, air-filled bones, and skimmed the greening earth. Dragons, arrested half-way between reptile and bird, perched on volcano rims, breathing fire and brimstone. Only human, I wished to evolve; fueled by tapped-out lines of snow, fire ignited my belly, my bones, I floated, a dragon.
Another PRESS53 Pokrompt, this one requiring two facts and two fictions. Peace...
By day, I'm an uptight and proper academic - you know, a publish or perish type who resides in tall towers with the likes of Rapunzul. In the evening, I morph into a lovable mom and wife, play with my children, hang with the hubby.
But when darkness falls and the house stills, I write.