Cat Animal Pet Eyes

A Super Kind of Woman Taking Action & Cat Consequences

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True power and generation shined in her eyes like glowing white hot suns being born. Her indecision vanished. Justice is not served by standing around and watching wrong go down unanswered.

Wanda’s anger peaked. They couldn’t just walk away. She knew about kid’s being forced to sling dope.

Growing up in a tough neighborhood, Wanda saw shot callers making kids into their mules and ruining lives forever. She made up her mind then and there to find the source of the heroin and to help the teenager still lying on the ground have a better life.

Thoughts on her the future of using her superpowers to help out those who couldn’t help themselves began forming.

First the thugs.

She ran in an electric blur of speed jolting to catch the unsuspecting heroin addicts. They were speeding away driving on Conway Road. The red Camaro didn’t have a chance.

They might have been going 80 mph but Wanda ran next to them effortlessly. She could hear their music blasting out open windows. Having good taste in music didn’t exclude them from feeling her wrath.

Before unleashing hell she had to listen for a moment. Maxwell’s beautiful song Pretty Wings almost calmed Wanda’s furious desires. But she was not to be swayed.

Because she moved with the sound of wind the occupants of the Camaro didn’t notice her at first. She screamed, “Hi fellas!”

As the two men looked to their left and noticed the blur of brown lightning zipping next to them Wanda became an electric ball of white and blue spark.

Comic Noise Paleness from Pixabay

She rammed the Camaro with a tremendous blast. The car took air in a violent flip and landed on its hood, thankfully, thirty feet down the road. Wanda didn’t intend to send the car smashing into a house or property.

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.