CAGED BIRDS DON’T SING By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

I’m continuing with a new snippet that will appear in my Anthology that will be released in the winter of 2026.

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CAGED BIRDS DON’T SING

Caged Birds Don’t Sing

Kathie Mae sat and stared at her surroundings; everything was in place just like Caesar liked it.
The cream-colored sofa was positioned at a right angle, three meters away from the large floor-to-ceiling window that faced the street before their house. The brightness of the sun on the mahogany Boersendorfer displayed its ivory black and white keys.
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Katheie Mae looked at the portrait that hung above the piano and examined the eyes of the woman she no longer knew. The eyes in the picture were brighter, livelier, and filled with hope. Where had all that gone?

Her heartbeat quickened with every passing minute that the grandfather clock ticked.
Soon, Caesar would be home.  In an hour or two, she would have to stop her wandering mind from going back to the past. 
Kathie Mae never thought that having everything money could buy would curtail her life and lock her up in a cage.