Not Puff, Not Magic Either

Published on by Susi Bocks
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With my arms bound behind my back and my feet tied together, how would I escape the dragon? Positioned at the cave’s opening, it made his head gleam as if he had a halo on top of it. Then, a thick fog began to hide the sun, dimming the cave. I thought of clawing to the back, finding a tunnel I could escape through. Feeling broken, my thoughts spiraling out of control, I knew I had to sit here for a spell. Feeling hollow and spent, I tried to trace my steps back to when the crimson dragon captured me.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #694

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