[Short story – theme: conquer]
He enjoyed the idea that he was tormenting her while he dangled his presence around her, but the facades of his intent were very poor disguise, rather sophomoric and predictable. The fitting of his mask rendered him completely unaware that it was she, who was leading him by the nose.
It drove him to play cat, but without the appearance of pawing at the mouse. He left that to the kittens he’d made believe were his fighting defense of immense ability.
The worst of it… that part that whirled his twisted out vision was that it didn’t look like she’d made any changes in her life that completely sealed out room for him, and that – that was the most incomprehensible.
So, he continues to prowl around corners and spy, hoping to provoke a second look, but it never comes. Not the way he craves. It will never be returned, and he will labor in that Sisyphus sort of way for as long as that emptiness and his meowing backup guide him.
She remains true to her purpose, employing her memories and inspirations without ever having to touch the reins he casts toward her. She shoos away the gnat-like fly-bys, exercising her right to indifference. This is her freedom, and his own imprisonment.