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Subject: {ASSM} "Cage" by Desdmona (MF Flash)
Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2003 14:10:03 -0500
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The following story is a flash story with adult content. It was first
published as part of the Flasher Selection at
www.ruthiesclub.com.
It was because of the motivational encouragement of Dr. Spin and the
wonderful Flash pieces of several authors: Spin, Alexis, Selena, Souvie that
I was driven to try my hand at Flash. Flash can be an addiction--a fun one
with lots of positive side effects. I encourage everyone to try it.
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Cage
By Desdmona
283 words
"I dreamed of a bird last night, Frankie. It was in a cage. It spread its
feathers wide, trying to fly, but had to settle for its perch. All the while
I could see its heart beating faster and faster. I watched it die."
"Jesus, Noreen. That's creepy."
"I don't know why I didn't try to save it."
"Who knows? Maybe you didn't know how."
"That's true. I really don't know anything about birds."
"What's to know? They're fucking birds. They do two things: fly and shit on
the hood of your car. Unless we're talking about the birds and the bees."
Frankie reached for Noreen's breast and jiggled its unbound weight. "Now
these birds I like. Heh, heh."
Noreen didn't blush. Yeah, Frankie could be crude. Grabbing her with
calloused hands. Unzipping his pants, letting his penis dangle out while
driving. Saying 'fuck' the wrong way in the wrong places and at the wrong
times. But he wasn't so bad. Not really. He listened when she talked, some of
the time. And that was something.
"Do you think birds in cages die faster because they don't fly?"
"Forget the goddamn birds, Noreen!"
"OK, Frankie. I'll forget the birds."
But she didn't forget.
Later, after Frankie pumped his cock into her three or four times and fell
spent at her side, Noreen lay quiet, her legs still open, Frankie's seed
oozing down her slit. She brought up the birds again.
"If I was a bird, I wouldn't want to live in a cage."
"For crying out loud, Noreen. They get clean cages. They get fed. It's not
like they're neglected."
"I guess not," Noreen said. "But still, I think I'd like to fly."
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