Happiness

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And on that day the chicken knew happiness.
He waited a long time to be picked up again and know that feeling of love and acceptance of seeing beauty beyond the coop.
And when that day came and he was lifted up by that same boy very much older, he was not scared, he knew what to expect.
But instead of the sweet nectar of the beautiful plant for a split second before nothing he saw whirring blades, but he was not upset, that one flower made his entire life worth it.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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