The Cage

They said it was odd. Why would a man walk slowly into a pond, filled with lily pads, frogs and leeches- only to resurface 5 minutes later, completely covered in pond scum? Alive and well. I asked him why he chose this route and why he left the comfort of his life. He looked slowly my way, as if in a daze, his sunken eyes pleading for understanding. It was only then that I saw the blood pooling under is feet coming from a deep cut in his wrist, and I understood. So I took him by the hand and led him to the top of the hill and tied him to the tree. There I left him unaided with the pool of blood quickly building up and running down, back towards the pond. Now, in this small room, I can think of nothing else.