50 Word Stories – Freedom

“I wish to be free, and taste the wind..the sun on my wings,” cried the little bird.

“Foolish bird, you will burn yourself,” scoffed the sun.

“I would rather burn myself with your glare than have my wings concreted, weighing me down,” replied the bird inside the golden cage.

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