This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.
Photo by Daniel von Appen on Unsplash
I can see the trees behind my back, reflected in the glass, still and silent beyond the fence.
If I turned my head I would see them standing tall and free, full of birds maybe, small flickers of movement in their depths, calling me, urging me to come.
If I turned I would see the wire fence, the miradors at the perimeter corners, and if I moved, the guns pointing straight at me—better to dream and live.