Tuesday Flash Fiction

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A cage. 200 words. GO.

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Rachel
Rachel

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.

BassoonBob
BassoonBob

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… Read more »

wolflahti
wolflahti

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… Read more »

Christine Cruz
Christine Cruz

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… Read more »

Sean Coleman
Sean Coleman

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… Read more »