Liberty
Mother gave me a little bird for my birthday. It was not a fancy, colored, gorgeous one, neither a big one. It was mostly kind of a street bird, you know, one of those little birds that are here, there and everywhere and that does not have anything flashy in particular. But the bird sang, oh yes it did, and its teenie tiny voice was like a sunflower caressing my ear. Is it really happy? How can that possibly be if he is trapped inside a metal cell? I kept thinking about it – while I helped mother in the kitchen chores, while I took a warm bath and even while I was trying to sleep. Then it struck me: I had to free it, I had to become its true savior. Surely mother won’t mind if I give her any excuse, including that the bird itself suddenly flew away. The day finally came. Mother was going to be out until a late hour. I swiftly prepared my plan. That day I woke up particularly early just to encounter mother apparently sleeping on the kitchen´s table.
She was crying, not quite aloud, she was doing it just like a soft short breeze of tears and moans. ‘Why you escaped?’ she kept saying with a shortened voice. I immediately turned my eyes right into the now empty cage hanging from the ceiling. The bird was gone. Somehow. Some way. I carefully approached mother but I stopped when I realized she had been drawing the most beautiful wings that I have ever seen. Colored. Full of light. She drew them surely for hours. Then I also began to cry. Not out of sadness, but from pure joy, from pure liberty.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleCongratulations, Eduardo. We chose your story as the grand winner for its many intriguing layers and multiple meanings. We look forward to many more wonderful stories from you!

What a big surprise !!! Great indeed. So wonderful. I feel so blessed and extremely happy for this award. I will look forward to improve my writing, to sink into better stories and even better ways of recreating that neverending joy of Pure Imagination.
I have read this story several times already, Eduardo. It seems very original. I like the way you use words, such as “soft short breeze of tears and moans” to describe the mother crying. It was such a surprise to learn of the wings she had been drawing. There seems to be an allegory here, or a deep message. The mother is drawing the most beautiful wings, full of light and color,… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleIndeed Fuji. I tried to develop a short story that contained a mix of emotions and narrative detours, so to speak, and what really came afterwards really surprised me. I rewrote the text a number of times, not knowing how or where to end it; and then one night the idea struck me like a brief bolt of both termination and metaphoric determination. I am grateful that you noticed me. Thanks a… Read more »
After reading your story and your conversation with Fuji, I am getting more intrigued by your story, Eduardo. Like the two of you are saying, there is something unsaid, but powerful, in your story. Maybe it’s the contradiction between the colorless bird and its majestic way of singing, but there is also the opposite feelings inside the boy, who loves the bird and hates to see it imprisoned. And finally there is… Read more »
Such kind words and directly from the bottom of your heart Chris- I feel truly grateful for your attention to my text. There is an implicit contradiction in both the mother’s actions as well as in the ones from the boy. The challenge is to discover – primarly as a reader – all the secret hints inside each little part of what we authors write or try to write. We project ourselves… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello Eduardo, lots of hints, little suggestions dropped here and there, perhaps like a crumb or two, seeing what the different readers might pick up on. Sometimes the ordinary and not so ordinary things we have in life become what we wish them to be?
Others need to understand that we all see things differently!
Thank you for helping the reader understand this Eduardo.
You are truly welcome to Planet Possibilities, dear Eric. I am touched by your senseful sentences. And I will be looking forward to polish my tendency to intrigues and their taste of textual sentiments.
I see myself in your protagonist (the child), Eduardo. I also like birds but I don’t want to see them confined in a cage because for me they also have a life to play. But like everyone else many questions also formed in my mind. Very intriguing and interesting, Eduardo. Well done.
By the way, welcome to the Voice.club, Eduardo.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleLotchie, such an honor. My childhood was as troublesome and fantastic at the same time, like anyone else´s, so since then I have always truly believed in beauty and its eternal presence, the certainty that lies everywhere, even in the most complex of realities.
Congratulations on your win, Eduardo.
Hugs ang good thoughts for you Lotchie !
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Eduardo.
Congratulations Eduardo. An intriguing story.
Universe bless you Carrie! Thanks from the bottom of my heart.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleCongratulations Eduardo on your win and for an intriguing story that leaves us guessing.
Linda, you are so sweet with me. Guessing is daring … to have a new look on things. Thank you so much.
Congratulations Eduardo, on a very thought provoking piece!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleEmily. Glad to move a few intense thoughts on you. I am so happy with your comments since you youself are a true vibrant member of Voice.club.Thanks a bunch !
Congratulation Eduardo on your win. An intriguing story indeed.
Dear Thompson, I truly appreciate your kind words. Let us all keep on writing !
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleCongratulations Eduardo! An intriguing story and I’m sure your style will fit very well with the new MYSTERY prompt. Well done!
I am ready for the next story challenge. And looking forward to yours !
Eduardo sends a message to everyone, with many thanks and appreciation. He says to tell you all that he is having some Internet problems, but hopes to be on the site soon to say hello and respond to the wonderful comments. He was so surprised and happy!! ?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleCongratulations, Eduardo! I hope to be able to read more of you in the future.
Chris, immense joy I derive from your warm words. Thanks !
I love your kind words. I will always keep my verbs polished and my literary intentions improved.Thanks.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleEduardo, congratulations and welcome to Voice Club! When I read your story I wondered whether Mother deliberately let the bird go, realising how unhappy it made her child to see the bird in captivity. Maybe knowing how he wouldn’t really want to have to live with the guilt of lying to Mom. Well done.
That is another very real scenario. You discovered one of various hidden detours from a deeper and thoughtful reading. My text is both projection and mixed feelings over any mother’s traditional mighty power. Thanks Marianna !
Congratulations on your win, Eduardo, and welcome to Voice.club! I’ve read this story more than once, and keep imagining other “detours” as you call them. One is that the mother’s drawing is her way of creating a way out of the drab, colorless life represented by the “street bird”. Another is that the son rejoices that his mother’s imagination is also setting her free. There are so many possibilities in this story.… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI certainly agree with you Juma. My text tends to explore some deep senses of the ever challenging mother-son relationship. You know, a mixture of joy and pain: whereas that nice opportunity to grow is always at hand. Family is after all, the soul kitchen of humanity. Thanks for your proper and round comments !