|Copyright - Dawn M. Miller|
For millennia beyond number he’d been entrapped with no hope of escape. It was entirely unfitting a scion of the Royal Djinn should be thus confined but such was his penance for mistreatment of the loathsome humans. His father had decreed if he were foolish enough to so grievously mistreat these lesser beasts, he deserved whatever his punishment might be.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt.