Here’s my 80mg of HURT, based on a prompt from Miguel S. | The Fiction Dealer:

Acquittal

It didn’t physically hurt when they took his wings. The burn of betrayal was the real agony.

Years later, a knock rattled his door. He went to answer, curious; he never got visitors. The hallway was empty, and an envelope sat on the doormat.

Slicing open the envelope with his thumb, he received a stinging paper cut. He sucked it as he read the words:

Sorry about the mix-up. You’ve been acquitted.

Shoulders aching with resignation, he closed the door.

(This story was featured by TiF Team in Vol. 2, Issue 13 of Top in Fiction! )