Hi all,
Hope
everyone had an amazing weekend. Mine was super busy. Saw family and of course
hit the Coffee House on Sunday and did some awesome work, which is where
today’s flash fiction scene comes from.
The
amazing wonders of what a day someone can have by simply following their normal
pattern. I’m sighing at the memory alone.
Have a
great week and I hope this starts yours off as good as a wonderful and
productive day at the Coffee House did mine.
Remember
Let your imagination soar when your read.
Julia
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Sunshine
peeked through the white plastic blinds, lighting the dull gray room just
enough for me to see my lover in his wildest form. Burnt orange fur glowed,
bringing out the silky, richness of the dark black uneven patches layering his
long lithe body. Robert’s second nature, wild as it could be, was tame and
loving. Like him. I was not only attracted to his footbllish height. Or, his ours
in the gym hard muscles and six-pack abs. Nope. Those were only the outer side
of him. His inner beast was wild, yet as careful as a mother welcoming her
newborn.
I ran my
hand over his ear, down his snout, lingering under his chin to scratch. He
wasn’t an animal, but his cat loved to be lavish with attention from his mate.
Oh, don’t let the docile abd soft purring sleeping cat or my description of a
tame and loving man, which he is, fool you. He was a tiger, and could be as
wild as his roaming free jungle brothers.
His
latest trip to the deep wilderness proved such. His brother called him five
weeks ago, informing him that some poachers were homing in on their homebase.
Robert took the next plane out and tracked those nasty people down. Came back
with a broken arm and two healed bullet holes. Those kept his cat side present
and forced his brother, Joshua, to forge call on some flying buddies to
transport him home to me. Upon first sight of him my anger had me cursing the
nice gentlemen and then I moved onto him for being so careless by putting
himself in such danger. I’m pretty sure Robert’s buried humans die was laughing
at me. Cat side sure was. His wild cat eyes glistened as he stared up at me.
Those sexy eyes brought me to my knees, literally and figuratively. After
several minutes and Robert’s kitty side taking extra care to relieve his mate
of a tear streaked face with a rough tongue I loaded him into a darken out
window van and brought him to our little house surrounded by three sides of
trees. We’d curled up in bed some twenty-four hours ago and we’d stay there
until his human side returned. Then I’d give him a piece of my mind about
having to cart his kitty ass around in the middle of the night. Then he’d
apologize to me in the most amazing way possible.
I could
hardly wait.
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