7 Days in May
Even though it was tempted by the opening, the bright lights had frightened the animal and it turned away, still too
uneasy to leave the shelter of darkness. Instead it bounded across the dark car-park towards the opposite fence, its sleek,
muscular body driving it across the tarmac in long leaps, its noiseless footfalls quick and certain.
Reaching the fence the cat stood quietly, sensing the same electrical tension in the mesh that had hurt it before.
The cat felt no disappointment at this discovery, just a deep rage driving it ever onwards - an internal command that
swamped its every thought, filled its brain so no other thought remained.
Get out. Get out.