Every time I change my body, they put me in a new cage, poke, prod, then leave.
Clang goes the door.
My hate builds so much: I become a rope and slither over to the wall. Now I’m bricks. Wait ‘til visiting time. This brick wall’s gonna bust out. Watch.
Brenda Anderson’s fiction has appeared in various places including ASIM and SpeckLit. She lives in Adelaide, South Australia.
I appreciated the lack of adverbs, which can destroy a story. As usual, the author has a unique point of view. If you want to read one of her longer stories, ‘The Troll Queen’, search Amazon for ’52:loves’, a collection of short stories & poems by writers from around the world.