Lionhearted
By Nan Mykel
I smell a cat in the house. That means my time on earth is limited.
Hmmn. What can I contribute to the world during my shortened lifespan?
I know! The stepfather who sneaks into his stepson’s room at night silently, on tiptoes to molest him!
There he is, stealthily approaching the sleeping boy. Now on his knees, pulling back the covers. Strike now! Nails extended, I rush up his feet, up his legs and high on his head. I dive triumphantly onto the boy, whose screams are echoed by the perpetrator.
Lights throughout the house.
Goodbye mouselife, hello glory.
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Hi. Thank you for coming by my blog and reading. Here is the link to the Carrot Ranch prompt. I appreciate your lionhearted writing.
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And he went out in a blaze of glory, having saved a young heart. Excellent!
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Your response draws tears. Thank you.
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