Digital Art made by me
-I am a seagull! -she insisted again and again, but no one in the psychiatric ward believed her.
Fed up with such foolishness, one day she unfurled her huge white wings that she had kept imprisoned in her straitjacket for so long.
She swooped down from the fourth floor.
Free at last, with the wind in her face and her heart swollen, she flew for an eternity that lasted mere seconds.
Then his body slammed into the inner courtyard's anti-aviation netting.
It bounced with grotesque elegance.
The elastic structure gave way and it landed on the ground, broken and inert.
The incredulous people upstairs stared in horror at what they thought was a real seagull in a cage.
