Drats! Mother told me to remove the wheels before locking the cage, my sanctuary from the crime scene of a world where fellow zombies threaten to eat anyone who’s different.
Did I listen? Noooo.
But, I’m not like the rest of them! And now, I’ve rolled away from my briefcase—where I hid the key.
So, now what?
I’ll sing! Because Wes Craven once said, “If I’m going to be a caged bird, I’ll sing the best song I can.”
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood . . . won’t you be my neighbor?
Because we’re all caged birds.
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.
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