THURSDAY, MAY 26, 2011
FORBIDDING
She slowly stood up from her dormeuse and stretched with a slightly disdainful frown. She smiled at the man who was kneeling in front of her, his collar in place and his leash ready for her. She could almost hear his heart-beats as she bent to retrieve the leash handle and led him to the tall, wall-sized mirror. He might have wept (if allowed to) with happiness at the sight of their image, the sense of belonging and the pride he felt when she combed his hair with her long fingers, as they silently looked at their reflections.
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