The Man

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again! This week, our photo prompt is the image above, by © J Hardy Carroll.

It could be worse.

At least there is a toilet and The People bring me food and water.

Sometimes, The Man comes alone.

I don’t like what he makes me do, but all I have to do is lay there.

Damn, does he ever stink!

Once, he brought me a pair of pretty-pink shoes (just to look at), since I’d “done good.”

I quit hoping someone would find me. The house is on a worn path, hidden by huge, gnarled oak trees.

I’m shackled, but the chains allow me to walk almost to the gate —


but not




Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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