by Natasia Minners
Green walls and a padded floor. I throw myself against the bars of my prison, crying out for mercy. My cries fall on deaf ears. I search for some weakness in the walls, the barred front door, the barred ceiling. Pushing my nose through the tiny openings I sniff the air, hoping to catch the scent of someone sensitive to my plight. There is no one.
Hunching down in the corner of my cell, I ponder my dilemma. How do I escape this cage, for escape I must! A more horrific fate awaits me should I remain locked in this cell for much longer. I decide my only avenue of escape lies in waiting for the guard to unlock the door. It would be happening soon and may possibly be my only opportunity.
I lay in wait, crouching to spring the moment the door is unlocked. I cry out in feigned distress. If my captors believe I’ve given up, they’ll never expect an escape attempt. The moment arrives and I can hardly contain my excitement as the latches of my prison are released and the door is opened. It’s now or never. There will be no other opportunity.
I time my leap perfectly, arriving at the door just as it reaches its fully opened state. Soaring out of the cell, I revel at the smell of freedom, the joy of a plan well-executed, the taste of victory…the feel of arms encircling me as I am wrapped up and placed on the examination table.
My worst fears are realized and the real horror has just begun. The doctor is most definitely in!
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