Run. If I catch you, l'Il pun1sh you. She flinches. But she doesn't move. Not yet. Then she turns bolts into the trees, fast, but not too fast. She looks back once. Just once. And that look tells me everything. She wants to be caught. Not fully, not yet, but the thought is there, burning under her skin. I don't move. Not yet. I watch her vanish into the dark. And I smile. Because I will catch her. Just not now. But I’m ten seconds. I start counting. 1… 2… 3…. Run faster… 4….
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2whimsy the cat
21/07/2025
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