She was a silly old lady and I hated her. Her hair was an explosion of maroon wires, like a rusted Brillo pad. Her gash of sticky lipstick reminded me of blood in the snow.
I would end her--now. Quickly.
She toddled down the street.
I inched down the grass toward the gate. I could feel my mouth filling with hot saliva.
Here she was! I pounced! She let out a jagged squeal as we collided. My meaty front paws scraped down her boney chest.
I growled as she went down. Ending her would be easy!
I would end her--now. Quickly.
She toddled down the street.
I inched down the grass toward the gate. I could feel my mouth filling with hot saliva.
Here she was! I pounced! She let out a jagged squeal as we collided. My meaty front paws scraped down her boney chest.
I growled as she went down. Ending her would be easy!
