Every time she tried to flex her feet she felt the restriction. She had not been able to move her legs for several hours. Her lower body resembled a stump, bound all the way up to her rib cage.
The windows had been blackened out with heavy fabric and the lack of illumination ensured her view was the same whether her eyes were open or closed.
She reached out with a small hand, hoping to find a way out, searching, grasping, but just like last time, she only found bars.
Her cries had been ignored. She had been ignored. Was she also forgotten?
She tried to turn over, hoping, ever hopeful she would find an opening on the other side of the cage, but her stump would not cooperate. At least she was warm.
She became still and listened to the only sound in the room, a monotonous static she had learned to associate with her captivity.
Her mouth puckered involuntarily. She was hungry. And even though the smell of feces was overpowering, she wanted to eat.
Desperation overcame her and she could not stop the wail deep inside from escaping. Was she destined to be a hungry, immobile stump in a small cage the rest of her life?
The only door to the room creaked open and a sliver of soft light crept across the floor as someone familiar slowly approached her cage.
Unbound her legs.
Picked her up.
And sang to her as her two o’clock feeding began.
K. Kris Loomis is the author of the short story collection, The Monster In the Closet and Other Stories as well as the humorous travel memoir, Thirty Days In Quito: Two Gringos and a Three-Legged Cat Move to Ecuador. She also writes books about yoga and meditation.
Kris is a determined chess player, an origami enthusiast, a classically trained pianist, and a playwright. She lives in Rock Hill, South Carolina with her husband and two cats.
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