# Friday Fictioneers – Prisoner

 

 

 

moon

 

A gentle breeze slid across my snout as I gaze upwards at the beautiful bright orb, I had once tried to reach it.  I stretch out my clawed hand to snatch it from the sky to fall short and tumble to the ground. My tattered wings are painfully bound and the heavy chains upon my limbs remind me that I am a prisoner here in this cursed land.  I scream in outrage, digging my massive claws into the cold dirt. My jailer pokes his fat head out the door and threatens me with his wand, growling I curl up on the ground and pretend that I do not notice his satisfaction  as he waddles back into his old cottage.  My heart aches as I watch the waning of the light fall to earth where I am bound.

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