Their hold on me had long since loosened. They just hadn’t noticed.
While kings argued about chains and bonds, I slipped free. I tore my name from their throats and my daughter from their arms and rose high, high above.
May nothing grow again in the shadow of my wings.
Christine Hanolsy 
That made me imagine a dragon finally free. Well done with this micro piece.
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As always you packed an emotional punch in a tiny piece. I loved the hints about the dragon. But I wondered if there was a fairy tale retell I was missing or why they might be holding the daughter in their arms instead of chaining her up too.
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No retelling, for once. 🙂 In my mind, she took advantage of a moment of inattention to snatch her daughter away before they could chain her as well.
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Oooh, I like it.
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This was a piece where it was clear that every word was carefully selected. The emotion was powerful and dynamic – a lot of story in a small space.
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I love that this went down the fantastical route. That last line really nailed how a terrifying her wrath was. Perfect use of the prompt!
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Given the choice, I *always* take the fantastical route!
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As always, I love your micro. ‘Tore my name from their throats.’ YES. And good use of the featured image for context 🙂
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‘I tore my name from their throats’. Wow! Such a powerful image. Your micros are always an education.
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I like the bittersweetness of this, as it’s not clear whether the daughter is alive or dead, and it works either way, which is brilliant. Also, dragon stories are just cool.
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Who can resist a dragon story, right?? 🙂 Thanks for reading, Michael!
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