A Bid for Freedom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story in 500 words

Submitted: March 05, 2019

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Day One

I’m conscious which is a start. Where I’m I or how long have I been here? Your guess is as good as mine.

The habitat I’m in is small and dimly lit, the only light source coming from a round hole in the wall. The two carers, looking after us, take turns coming through at regular intervals, bringing us food.

How do I know there are two carers instead of me just seeing the one several times? Because come the night, the two of them bed down with us. Which although is tight, the four of us plus the two carers, it does bring us a sense of security.

As I just mentioned, there are four of us being looked after by the carers. However, my hopes are not high for one of the other three. They look quite ill. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it, which would be a shame considering how much time the carers take making sure it gets its fair share of food.

Day Two

My fears were right, the one who was sick, died during the night. I watched as one of the carers carried its body away out through that hole.

Still no time to mourn, because he comes carer number two with more food and now with only three of us, there is plenty to go around.

Day Three

Disaster seems to have fallen upon us! The carers have only brought us two meals today instead of the copious amounts we are used to. Maybe food is getting scarce? Maybe the carers have had an influx of others to care for? The three of us shall continue monitoring the situation.

Day Four

If we thought yesterday was bad, then today is a complete nightmare. We have not seen the carers all morning. I can hear all of our stomachs rumbling. Desperate times call for desperate measures, looks like we may have to venture out ourselves.

Since I’m the one nearest the hole in the wall I poke my head out to get a feel of where we are. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. A vast space of openness that stretched as far as the eye could see!

I could feel the other two pushing up against me, craning their heads over mine to get a better view. I shouted at them to stop pushing, they couldn’t see the height we were up and I felt that at any moment I might fall.

I held on for as long as I could, but the eagerness of the others wanting to get out took its desired effect on my balance. Now I was hurtling towards the ground!

Automatically, I stretched out my wings. They were longer and broader than I imagined. The air soon rushed up from below me, carrying me higher into the sky. I turned to take a last look at my habitat, the image burned on my brain.

Maybe, someday I will return. 




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