Published in Paragraph Planet, May 19, 2013
Looking through the bars, he plans his
escape every day. Small space, too little water, and
almost no food left… The lack of oxygen inside
makes him want to doze off and forget, but instead he
leans against the bars and waits. Memories keep him
awake as he faces another cold night ahead. In the
morning, as the door to his cell opens, he leaps
forward and bites off the pet shop owner’s hand.