At Sunset, She Flew:
Where to start with this one! I wanted a story that could make use of a repeating line to bring the rest of it into a new light. I wanted to do a kind of mix of the repeating lines at the end of lines of poetry and the struggles of a dragon who was trapped. The resulting story posits feathered dragons as a metaphor for being queer and not being able to hide that queerness. Everyone knows there’s something different about you and that colors all of your interactions. The dangers that are inherent to you being a dragon are still there. There are people outside your door who will kill you if they have the chance. So what do you do? Do you rot inside your cave forever? Learn to live with less and less, make yourself smaller for your own survival?
Or do you find a way to be yourself?