In the metropolis most of us collect something. I collect ladies. Tonight I have four in tow. There’s Poppy the dressmaker, Sandy the chatterbox, Judy silent as a lamb. Then Rosie who is amorous, but then I am.
The ginnels and alleyways are dark tonight. There are vistas aplenty. However my fingers explore Rosie’s waist. Till a cheetah appears at her feet. Then alarm bells sound and the guard comes out. Ever it is so. For this metropolis is heavily populated, and succulent pickings abound. Thank heaven I do not look dangerous. But when the sun comes up, I must retreat.
Not quite romance, more gothic horror, like Jack the Ripper ‘1888’.
Instead of Cheetah, I maybe should have used the word tiger. i.e. a Tiger beetle. But when I dreamed up this piece of flash, cheetah was the word I came up with. Why I could not bring myself to change Cheetah for Tiger, I do not know… !