Lonely again. I don't play much with the others.
I sit in my corner and face the wall, occasionally letting air out of my blowhole.
Sometimes, when I feel that I need to move, I make slow circles around the pool.
I miss Lilac, and Rosie, and Tilikum, and mom.
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Confinement
Short StoryI dream of freedom, just as every prisoner does. However, unlike them, I will never have it. - This is a story written in the point of view of a captured Orca, Nova, living and performing in SeaWorld since he was a young calf. It is to bring awarene...
