Her Cage by Nadine Holland
“Let me out, old man!” she called petulantly from her cage. He shuffled towards her, stinking of cigarettes and noisily chewing a toffee with yellow teeth. “Shut up, noisy cow!” He hit her cage violently with his stick.
“Let me out, let me out, let me out old man!” She shrieked, battering the cage with her feet.
She’d been trapped in this faded flat for two years. The wife was nicer, let her out occasionally, but she died. Now she was stuck, with him.
Then, eyes wide and mouth slack, he grabbed his chest. Thud.
She ruffled her feathers. Poor Polly.
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