The King’s Ransom

I hold him up at arm’s length, an offering to the gods, a tribute. He gurgles and squeals, wriggling in my arms.

The sun kisses, then stings us. Beneath, his shadow wriggles along with him.

I shudder, without a dark echo.

That was the price for our freedom.

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4 Comments on “The King’s Ransom”

    • Thanks! The child wasn’t the price paid, the shadow was. The child was held up in triumph, a tribute to the sun and sky, to light (after coming through the dark of the trials they had to endure). All of which is hard to convey in 48 words, and hard to guess at if you don’t know the backstory to Labyrinth and the Goblin King stealing babies.

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