Slight fiction for a Thursday

Emotion is an interesting topic. Some people won’t – can’t cry. Some people blubber at reruns of “Homeward Bound.” What if you were programmed? A look at a though in a Fiction in 58:

Claws

She was stripped down, uncovered, devoid – a living, breathing popsicle; she walked with brazen, indifferent nakedness.
Cool kitten, this one. Go for the id, stroke it, produced no purr.
Nickname: Iron Box.
Only in the dark did the tears run. Blots of emotion dried on Egyptian cotton.
Warrior princess conceived with vicious precision. Calculated.
Her heart slowly withering.

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