January 5th, 2009
She loved him with all her heart, but he knew nothing of it.
He loved her with every breath, but she had no idea.
They were running together, running in fear from the lion. He was close behind them; if they tumbled, they were his. Terror fueled their bodies, giving them the strength to run further, faster, beyond their limitations.
They reached the house. The lion’s roar reached their ears, his terrible paws thu-thumping on the wooden porch. She reached the door first, throwing it open and dashing through. She turned to slam the door and saw her beloved, saw the lion so close behind, and knew that to save him was to sacrifice herself.
She did so, gladly.
She threw herself into the lion as her love rushed past.
The lion, declawed and fangless, curled around her and nuzzled her.