Friday, February 7, 2014

Durance Vile

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.

Though he had given true service to many a master, none so far had seen fit to release him. Now he found himself in a cheap bric-a-brac monstrosity at a Nebraska estate sale and knew the true meaning of punishment.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction photo prompt. 


  1. oh those loathsome humans - hope he will find a fitting master soon - great little story!

  2. Haha...oh, gosh, estate sale in Nebraska...poor dude. This sure was a creative take on that photo...loved it.

  3. Poor genie! I hope someone sets him free soon. Nothing worse than being sold off at an auction so unceremoniously :D

  4. Poor guy! As if it's not bad enough to be enslaved, but to be enslaved in an ugly lamp? Monstrous! :D

  5. Haha!! But hey, I'm from Nebraska and believe me, there are worse place to be trapped!


  6. I like it! Poor Genie - he's never getting out of there. Oh well - Interesting tale and enjoyable read. Thanks, Nan

  7. Dear Jeff,

    Finally someone telling it from the Genie's POV. Nice one.