Originally posted January 14, 2012, before the disaster.
Written for a Friday Flash Fiction Challenge by Chuck Wendig: “Three Sentences for Bear 71″
I first learned of people three years ago when I discovered grain near the road that ran through my woods and back then they used to stop to watch me. Then, they called me a pest and brought me here, where I watch them through glass and wander an area from which there is no escape. They tell me I’m one of the lucky ones, but my cage tells me otherwise.