IRON, SILVER & STARLIGHT
During untold eons the demon slept,
sealed for its sins in stone and held by three curses – until a quarryman’s
iron wedge revealed it to the world.
One curse lifted, it was abandoned on
a corner shelf, seething with futile rage and still clawing for freedom.
Then it caught a collector’s eye. A
palm was crossed with silver and, blithely unaware she had broken the second curse, the
woman took it home and put it on display.
When she turned to feed her child, malevolence stirred in the bottled starlight, flexed its
muscles and broke free.
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I saw a demon and spirits in this image, taken by Janet Webb and posted for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle. Follow the links from https://rochellewisoff.com/ to read other stories from the same prompt.
