Birds Eye View
by Trina Williams-Emigh
She sat staring out the bay window at the passerby’s.
“Will you please get up from that window and find something to do with yourself,” he said impatiently. “All you do is look out that window as if you’ve nothing else to do but gawk.”
She slowly crept from the window seat and stood in front of the TV glaring at him. “You keep me in this damn house like I’m some retard, or freak of nature that you’re trying to hide!!!!” she screamed vehemently.
“Well ya are,” he spat back.
They lived in a ranch style home. He had her tethered to the inside of the house with a chain bolted into the hardwood floor of the living room. She had just enough chain to walk the entire house, but not enough to go past the front or back doors. He also had a small chip placed inside the heel of her foot that activated an alarm system, which zapped her with 1, 000,000 volts of electricity each time she stepped into its field. Something she did not do too often because of the phenomenal headache it left her with. So whenever she stepped near the bolt in the floor or either door, she took a hit that knocked her unconscious for hours. Keeping her indoors was the safest thing he could do for her.
“Now git from in front of the TV!!!!!!!”
She stamped her feet, “Iwannngooutside!!!!!!!!.......” she bellowed out loudly in a very high pitched, shrill voice.
His ears rang and his head shook with the vibrations reverberating from her voice.
“Okay. Okay. Damn you always go overboard.”
He got up and went out the back door and around the side of the house to a small gray box attached to the circuit breaker. He lifted the lid of the box and flipped the only single red switch housed inside. He walked back into the house.
“Okay come on,” he said standing in the outside doorway that lead into the kitchen.
She walked pass him through the open door stepping out into the warm sunlight raising her face to its warmth. The ring and chain, that kept her shackled indoors, slithered gingerly across the floor and followed her outside. She stopped midway in the backyard to allow him to remove the shackle from her ankle.
“Now remember to keep out of sight as much as possible, you member what happened last time,” he warned.
“I know, I know,” she replied with a role of her eyes. Last time someone shot her.
When he stepped away from her, pulling the shackle and chain with him, she began to spread her arms slowly abducting them away from the body. She bent her knees slightly and raised her heels until she was on the tips of her toes. Then she jumped and took off into the air, her colorful wings catching the wind and lifting her gracefully into the sky.