No room to swing [drabble]

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 Her back pressed against the wall, affronted - panting he paws her, slavering.

Dead end in a deathly dark.

She hisses at his putrid breath.

The nightclub belches out its last drunk; soon the two are alone in the stinking alley.

If only her nails could manicure his slobbering mouth.

Their eyes blaze : his green-to-go at her red-light.

Her curves coil as he moves in.

Drizzle glistens amber in the neon.

She spits in his face. He pounces.

With rapier thrust - Felis streaks across the wall leaving Canis to slink away, his fur coated with blood.

It rains cats and dogs.



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