Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Dracula, your quiet silence speaks volumes
I know you, I know you

To console his everlasting loneliness, Dracula acquired a companion. A tiny yellow finch that to this day still remains unnamed.
(Who could decide?)
His singing cage-bird companion delighted Dracula and provided him with joyful moments of awe and amusement. The emptiness lessened and that was a soothing consolation.

On an unassuming, very regular day, Dracula felt an urge, an almost subconscious telepathic request.
(Was the tiny unnamed finch communicating?)
Sweet freedom is what his feathered companion desired (and how could Dracula deny that pleasure?) He reached his cold icy hand out toward the door of the cage and released the latch. The finch cocked his head to the side and slowly hopped toward the newly opened exit. Perched at the gates of autonomy, he spread his wings to take flight. Dracula watched with curiosity, contemplating what his little finch would do with his new found independence.

It would be not a moment more that Dracula would discover the answer to his seemingly innocent question, as the unnamed finch took flight; he locked his position directly on Dracula. As it would seem, the affection Dracula felt for his friend was not returned.

The tiny yellow finch flew for his face and attacked Dracula, feverishly pecking at his eyes. Dracula stood (stinging and bloodied), stunned and surprised.

For the first time in centuries.

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