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 —