Running wild over the flat open terrain, I’m free. No one can catch me. Other animals try, but I’m faster. The sun on my face has no time to scorch, I blaze faster than its rays. Gliding through the day, I hunt for prey. I am as stealthy as I am fast.
That was me before now. The events of my capture are a blur. To this day, I don’t know how I got here.
Walking endless circles is not the same as running free. That life is gone. I no longer hunt for prey. My food is brought to me by creatures who walk on two legs. They hold me captive in this alien place. Throughout the day, other two-legged creatures stare at me. I have little else to occupy my mind except freedom and revenge.
Until the day she arrives. Her fur glistening, she purrs and regally glides by, close enough for me to catch her scent. Three cubs later, I have purpose. I will teach them. The two-legged creatures are now our prey.
One day, we will be free.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge, hosted by Al Forbes, to write a story using 200 words or less inspired by a photo prompt. This week’s prompt was provided by Al Forbes.