Beyond the window exploded a bright and beautiful world. Sudden splashes of blue erupt the slim cell window and in the summer nights deep and luscious scarlet roses poke their heads through the long metal bars.

His metal bars ripped any warmth from outside. Within, it was eternally cold, another punishment to his forsaken soul. Forever he stared at a window until he almost felt the hot air and roamed free. But no, he stayed within the cool walls.

His fellow mates are as discontented as he. Shoved in too tight, black and white hides rubbing together.

by Ciaran McAteer

From: Friday Flash Fiction

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