Even A Cat Is A Lion In Her Den

The ancient prophecy is fulfilled, a winged cat has finally appeared on the blogosphere, with a triple-shot of a blog (Poetry blog, Musings blog, and Writings blog -this one-), and so writes the aptly named Kitten curently living in the UK in her first short story about the complex love-hate intricacies of the human being:

They were both strong and very powerful. But even with all her strength, he was more advanced. Eyes locked on each others, neither of them made a move to finish it. They studied each other. Both composed, unafraid. Then to her astonishment, he smiled. A slow, sad smile that appeared faintly on his lips. He lowered his gun.
“Ladies first” he spoke softly.
She gazed at him for a very long time.
“Don’t…don’t you dare…” she said as her eyes started to fill with tears.
“You coward! Don’t back off now!” she shouted at him but he didn’t respond. He continued watching her. She was beautiful. Tears flooded her eyes and slowly fell down her cheeks. Without thinking of the consequences or the meaning of what he was doing, he moved closer to her and pulled her into his arms. For a moment, she stood there rigidly in his arms and then with a quiet sob, he felt her body sag. The gun dropped from her hand and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. She let him hold her and she cried. Silent tears full of anguish, misery, and grief. It was a long time before she stopped and even a longer time before either of them spoke.
“Why didn’t you do it?” he asked her gently

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