{"id":299,"date":"2020-02-16T14:38:53","date_gmt":"2020-02-16T14:38:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=299"},"modified":"2020-02-16T14:38:55","modified_gmt":"2020-02-16T14:38:55","slug":"a-crime-of-passion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/a-crime-of-passion\/299\/","title":{"rendered":"A Crime of Passion"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"220\" height=\"253\" src=\"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/02\/Cat.jpg\" alt=\"White Persian cat\" class=\"wp-image-300\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Mia opened her large green eyes, twitched her delicate nose, stretched her sinewy long body. Smelling breakfast, she padded along the thick carpet into the kitchen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As with\nevery other day eating her food, a noise distracted her. Jumping up she raced\nto the window. Gazing out HE appeared, strutting along. Her heartbeat raced. How\nshe longed to meet. He was so big and strong, seeing off any rivals who dared\nto encroach on his territory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Mia\nimagined wrapping herself around him, having fun with him, just being with him.\nShe was so sure he was the one for her. Problem being she wasn&#8217;t allowed out. She\nhad begged and nagged to be allowed out, to no avail. All she could do was\nwatch from the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This\nsituation had gone on for as long as she could remember. Dreaming of him made\nher unsettled without really knowing why; just an ache in her heart. There had\nto be a way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Planning\nin her mind, there had been occasions when it might have succeeded but always\nthey caught her at the last minute. Lounging along the window\nsill&nbsp;dreamily thinking of how wonderful it would be to be outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Several\ndays later another chance came. The kitchen door had blown open. With&nbsp;her\nheart in her mouth she raced through the gap, tumbling down the steps. Sprinting\nacross the garden, he appeared. She stopping gazing at him, her dream come\ntrue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Strutting\ntowards her, his back arched, he growled at her. Mia cowed down, this wasn&#8217;t\nsupposed happen. Like a bolt of lightning he was on her, not lovingly but the height\nof aggression, his claws out his, full weight was on her. Struggling, she felt\nhim bite her, claw her. Terrified Mia was caught with no escape, fur flying\neverywhere their bodies entwined Mia thought her life was at an end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Water\nsuddenly engulfed them. He shot up, growling but backing off, watching her\nowner advancing. Mia used that moment to run, shivering she bolted for the door\nand safety. Once inside she hid, her heart racing. How could she have been so\nwrong? Feeling crushed, she would never go outside again. Licking her wounds\ncarefully, crying softly, her owner found her holding her gently set about\ncleaning her up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mia opened her large green eyes, twitched her delicate nose, stretched her sinewy long body. Smelling breakfast, she padded along the thick carpet into the kitchen. As with every other day eating her food, a noise distracted her. Jumping up she raced to the window. Gazing out HE appeared, strutting along. Her heartbeat raced. 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