Escape

Escape

 

You wanted to escape. The little cage was too confining and you weren’t used to it. You pushed your little head up against the top of the cage. It was made of a hard material and wouldn’t break. The cage was the last thing I used to put on top of the red cart. I can see us now—me pushing the cart up and down Park, Madison and Lexington Avenues. You looked through the bars of the metal door until we got to a safe spot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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