Caliban’s
Drabble
They say that two
wrongs do not make a right. That is a concept that was unknown to me until the
Duke and his daughter came to the island and took it for their own. My mother
offered the duke friendship and welcomed the girl, but he saw her as an enemy
and with his magic imprisoned her.
He
took my birthright and in return, he taught me language, which I welcomed, for
it allowed me to curse and I often had need to curse.
And to
bemoan my wretched fate.
Fuck
language.
Fuck
curses.
I want
my island back.
