Sunday, 6 December 2015


by John Xero

Teeth the size of mountains, and they aren’t the worst. What comes next is. Hell. In the cavernous mouth a flicker, sparking a raging torrent of hot hungry flood waters. Flames that roil and lash and consume. A living volcano.

They call her Dragon.

Her kiss spills round me, stripping the ground down to rock as it takes my flesh from me. Turning my home and my bones to ash. Setting me free.

They call me Angel.

I thank her with a kiss of my own. And when it is done I bathe in the cool sweetness of her soul.

Author bio: John Xero is an elemental of ink and imagination waiting on the fire to set him free.
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Kissed is part of 101 Fiction issue 10.