Microfiction — 100 Word Story

Moral Dilemma

He has to die, for his own good

When I first held him, he was like a soft cotton ball fitting inside my palms. An angry rooster chasing people in his vicinity, pecking their skin and crowing ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’ waking the neighborhood every morning.

He never loves me like I do — a selfish animal. But, he leaves his cage every night to sleep on my stomach. Is it love?

He is too old to live, should have known this before. I force fed him since he is paralyzed, his every breath is painful. I was selfish and buried my morality by not letting him die peacefully.

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