Friday, 24 August 2012

Flash Fiction Friday: Catwoman


She slinks across the bed and wraps herself around his legs, purring, not yet content.

He strokes her face, traces her lips; she nips him, playfully, and arches her back for him. She purrs in his ear; he feels warm breath, hears her soft growl turn to dangerous hisses. His hackles rise but he sees her fangs too late. With eyes blazing yellow, her caterwauling echoes through the night.

She blinks as the heat subsides.

2 comments:

klahanie said...

Ah yes, I remember that night. Then "catwomen" slipped out the cat flap and proceeded to meow wildly on my fence...
There you go, I saw your link on my shy and ever so humble blog site :)
Have a purrfect weekend, Jaye. I'm going to go read a 'cat'alogue....

Jaye said...

You too, and congrats on your award x