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A cage. 200 words. GO.

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  1. A cage. Sitting on the jump-seat of a French passenger train. Surrounded by many, many pieces of luggage, knowing you have to hit the WC. But not knowing if you can escape your cage of luggage without physical damage to yourself.

  2. A cage.

    At a zoo.

    The animal inside the cage was me.

    The people looking at me from outside the cage weren’t like me. Not at all.

    How I got here, I’m not sure. The last thing I remember is sipping a drink with a new friend. (Ain’t hindsight wonderful?)

    The cage bars glowed slightly, and I decided I didn’t want to try shaking them. Other nearby cages were empty, but they all had the same glowing bars. My cage had several odd things scattered on a hard floor, and they all glowed like the cage.

    I examined the people again, looking for some clue about where I was and why I was here. Nothing rang any bells. They all had different coverings on their bodies, and many of them held up strange flat panels. There seemed to be two different sizes, the larger being about my height.

    I gave up on the puzzle for a while and paced around my cage, ignoring the things on the floor. The people moved back when I reared up to my full height, shook my main, and let out a tremendous roar.

  3. I’d never picked a lock before, but I knew the theory. What made it most difficult were those who kept grabbing my hands as I reached around to insert the bent pieces of metal. There were dozens of them, scrambling like zombies against the bars. At first, they scared the beejeezus out of me—I thought they wanted to eat my brain or something. But there was a fire in their eyes—or rather, a desperate yearning that *wanted* to be a fire—and I understood somehow that they didn’t want me, they wanted what I had.

    I fumbled with the lock, snarling at the ones who interfered. They wanted to help but didn’t understand that they only hindered. They quieted down and watched, like curious apes, while others around them continued to make inarticulate, throaty gasps.

    After failing a dozen times, the tumblers clicked, and I felt the door budge in its frame. I heaved with all my strength against the press of them to get the door open even a little, but once I did, they grabbed it and flung it wide. And I, hanging to it, managed to avoid being swept into the back of the cage by the inrushing tide of bodies.

    They flooded in, leaving barely room to stand, and I, without a backward glance, walked off into freedom.

  4. Drops of water kept sunlight in motion as they trickled down the chain link. Loose dirt bounced free under the impact of tiny ice pellets then stilled under the quelling hand of the light rain that fell. Shaking my head, I squinted my eyes against the glare – only in Oregon could you have rain and sun and hail at the same time. The batting cage was less shelter more placeholder – step here, swing there, again. Muscles cramped as I choked down on the bat, twisting my grip against the wood to shift the water that had intruded. Breath pushed out past my lips in a rush as I forced myself to settle back into my stance. Twisting at the hip my arms swung down and away, the impact of ball and bat pulsing through my numbing hands. Finish, reset, swing away, repeat – I found my rhythm again and finished out the basket. Sweat trickled out from under my batting helmet tickling my neck as it slipped under the collar of my shirt. Satisfaction rose unbidden as I contemplated the white hail of my own making strewn out over the field brightening as the clouds cleared off and the sun came out full force. I stepped out of the cage, releasing myself from its requirements. Setting aside my bat, my steps swing as I move forward to collect what I sent out. I begin again.

  5. My Nightly Cage

    I am desperately running through a forest always they chase me I don’t know who or why all I know for certain is an intelligence compels them the eyes seem to glow in the pale moon light whenever my pace should falter their howls and barks keeping them all packed together in their pursuit.

    To me they are no more than black shadows moving through the trees yet my terror won’t allow me to stop and face them always it wills me to continue this maddening pace I return my concentration to the path before me terrified of a misplaced step that would have me stumble or fall focusing on my breath now I hope to outpace my hunters

    Than to my absolute horror everything freezes time and space all bar the terror in my mind as I realise I am frozen mid stride on the precipice of a cliff my hunters behind me and a fall of hundreds of feet or more in front of me it is in this moment I realise that time has frozen waiting for me to make a choice the fall or the hunter

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