She was too late
There was nothing they could do
I refuse to believe that
But it's the truth
You have to let it go
And watch my life crumble?
What else can we do?
I want justice
But it's past midnight
Wake him up now!
Fine, let's go
Let's ring the doorbell
Yes, can I help you?
Said a soft voice
We need to see the culprit
She said grimly
But...it's really late. He's asleep
Protested the voice
I don't care!
Then a head poked out
Shivering and scared
I am really sorry, I am
Steely eyes and a glare welcomed him
You shouldn't have done it! She was my friend!
She uttered through clenched teeth
I will make it up to you, I promise
Towering over him.
With anger thrashing about in her heart
I was too late to save her.
And you will never find another cat quite like her. . .
This is written in response to the Wednesday Prompt over at
This week's prompt was to use the line 'S/he was too late'' anywhere in the post
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