jbthegift
replied to your post “Flash Fiction”How about for Supercat: “Cat’s got a gun.” I’d be thrilled with any Supercat though, honestly 🙂
Kara rushed from the ballroom, nearly tripping in the heels that should not have been a mandatory part of her outfit that evening. They were four inches tall, which made her tower over most everyone, and seemed to defy the natural order of things more than she did. She caught her balance before taking a very embarrassing spill in front of very large names in the publishing business and hurried to the coat room. Cat needed the pills from her purse–that she had, of course, checked at the beginning of the evening. Her phone had been stashed in Kara’s clutch so that she could be free to mingle and schmooze, and do whatever it was people did at parties like this. Kara didn’t know; this was her first, and despite Cat’s guidance, she felt out of place.
The attendant fetched the purse for her, and she undid the delicate golden latches. She reached inside and rooted about for the bottle; when her hand tapped into something hard and cold, she froze. Tipping her glasses down her nose, she narrowed her eyes and searched the purse. Withdrawing her hand in a quick snap, she tried to process the fact that her boss–that Cat Grant, media magnate, Queen of All Media, and self-professed die-hard liberal Democrat–had a gun.