it was a dark
and almost stormy night
her make up was perfect
as were her hat and earrings
she thought she was alone
on the street
but she heard footsteps
not the high-heeled
footsteps
of a woman
but the heavy thudding
footsteps
of a man
it was time to run
or at least pull out
the 9 mm Mag she carried
in her pocket
who's there
she whispered
it's me
he said
I don't know anyone
named Me
I've watched you
from afar
how far
pretty far
what do you want
I want what every man wants
a home and family
a dog
a huge TV
and a nice car
go away or I'll shoot you
I don't want any of those things
I'm a cat person
NO
he cried
I'm allergic to cats
she would have thrown back her head
and laughed
but she feared for her hat
so she snickered instead
then she shot him
stepped over his body
carful to avoid
getting the blood
on her perfect shoes
and said
meow
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