New Home

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The home we left had no doors or windows. That’s where we ate, slept, and procreated.  Anyone on the streets could peep into our lives. We felt like animals in the zoo.

Then they came, with a promise of salvation. All we had to do was to trust them.

Now, look at my new room – Solid wooden frames; mahogany, I think. Powder-coated steel mesh on the door and windows. Security outside the doors twenty-four bar seven. They even have dogs, scary ones capable of shredding anyone into meat.

The lock snaps shut. I miss my dusty old home.

Word Count: 98

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