Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
Hayden’s ears rang from the wind meandering through the chamber. The air flowed through crevices too slender for his pinky, oblivious to the freedom to move he craved. The few steps the cell afford were not enough.
He’d been taken from his home at night, smuggled countless leagues, and dumped here by the Nyderi. The cell had a pallet too uncomfortable to rest on and a diminishing supply of food and water.
And a spoon. A single, wooden spoon.
The wooden spoon couldn’t cut, forget dig a path out. The stone walls would break it quickly.
Hayden spun the wood, warmed by his repeated motion. The intricate texture, however, provided distraction from the cell’s sameness.
Retracing the pattern had revealed the design to him. A dragon. The spoon’s craft belonged at a lord’s table, not in a Nyderi prison.
“Why am I here!” The words pushed him from his seat to scream at the non-responsive wall.
He glowered at the anachronistic spoon. The dragon was trapped within the wood as he was within the walls.
Too bad the dragon couldn’t free him. His thumb ran against the grain, prying a sliver of wood near the creature’s tooth. Hissing, he tossed the spoon down.
The wood clattered across the floor. Three bounces. The sound grew, gathering into a rumble.
Fire lit the cell from a dragon’s now flesh maw.
Hayden grunted. Would it eat him or free him? At this point, he didn’t care which.
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