Post by account_disabled on Dec 25, 2023 16:22:06 GMT 12
He sat on the bed of his cell, staring into space, a trickle of drool dripping down his chin. She thought back to the last years of her life. Now, after almost ten years of imprisonment, things were changing. Her room was no longer as bare as before. She saw some books. Alberto had asked some about nature. She loved animals, the woods, the scent of freedom. It had been a good idea to behave lately, she thought. The director of the criminal asylum had wanted to reward him by giving him a bird. "It's a parrot, but not the kind that talks," she said, when she brought it to her.
Alberto smiled at her. It was her way of saying thank you. He got out of bed, went to the cage next to the window, opened it and stuck his hand inside. The bird fluttered in fear, sowing Special Data feathers in her little prison. "You too are locked up, like me," Alberto whispered to him. He grabbed the parrot, then closed the cage. On his fingers he felt the animal's heart beating madly. She looked at him dreamily. Then she brought it to her mouth, bit off its head, and began to eat it. Her beak had cut him on the roof of his mouth, but she didn't care.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and brushed the feathers from his jacket. He looked at the empty, silent cage. Whoever once lived there was no longer there. He was free, albeit in spirit. For Alberto, freedom would come soon. He sat down again, waiting. It was almost evening and soon the director would be coming by for her daily visits. His gaze fell on his sleeve, where a feather was stuck. He took it. He would have given it to the woman. Alberto smiled. He remembered when the director told him that the fate of that parrot was dear to her. She had never told him. He would give her the same treatment that evening.
Alberto smiled at her. It was her way of saying thank you. He got out of bed, went to the cage next to the window, opened it and stuck his hand inside. The bird fluttered in fear, sowing Special Data feathers in her little prison. "You too are locked up, like me," Alberto whispered to him. He grabbed the parrot, then closed the cage. On his fingers he felt the animal's heart beating madly. She looked at him dreamily. Then she brought it to her mouth, bit off its head, and began to eat it. Her beak had cut him on the roof of his mouth, but she didn't care.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and brushed the feathers from his jacket. He looked at the empty, silent cage. Whoever once lived there was no longer there. He was free, albeit in spirit. For Alberto, freedom would come soon. He sat down again, waiting. It was almost evening and soon the director would be coming by for her daily visits. His gaze fell on his sleeve, where a feather was stuck. He took it. He would have given it to the woman. Alberto smiled. He remembered when the director told him that the fate of that parrot was dear to her. She had never told him. He would give her the same treatment that evening.