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Love Catharsis - Инна Лайон

Love Catharsis

Страниц

10

Год

2023

Simon and Mary are a couple deeply in love with each other. Every day, Simon eagerly awaits Mary's return from work, staring out the window for hours until she finally arrives. Their bond is undeniable, as Mary constantly pays close attention to Simon's health and carefully monitors his diet.

Not only do Simon and Mary share a profound emotional connection, but their literary tastes also align perfectly. They enthusiastically spend their evenings immersed in the captivating worlds of different books, their minds drifting away into the realms of imagination together.

However, their peaceful existence is disrupted by the arrival of a mysterious character named Vergenius. He seems to have a peculiar fascination with Simon and Mary's relationship, constantly intruding upon their idyllic moments. Vergenius is persistently offering them tickets to the latest musical shows and casually throwing French words into their conversations, attempting to impress them with his apparent sophistication.

But Simon, being the devoted partner that he is, fiercely guards Mary's attention and affection. He refuses to share her with anyone, let alone an intrusive interloper like Vergenius. Simon is determined to uphold their love and protect their bond, even if it means making sacrifices.

In the name of love, Simon is prepared to endure any hardship or difficulty. He believes that true love requires sacrifice and selflessness. But deep down, Simon wonders if Mary truly desires or expects such sacrifices from their beloved feline companion.

This short story is crafted for those who are learning the English language and expanding their vocabulary. It seeks to engage and entertain as it explores the complexities of love, loyalty, and the inherent bonds we share with our furry friends.

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Like all Russians, Simon loved borscht with sour cream, crepes with cottage cheese, and boiled eggs with caviar, preferably black. But Mary had calculated his BMI, considered him overweight, and put him on a diet. Preposterous. He didn’t need a diet. He was as gorgeous as Adonis, loyal as Lancelot, and affectionate as Romeo. Well-read and intelligent too. No female could resist his beautiful emerald eyes and loving smile, to say nothing of his shimmering coat. He was the finest example of the Russian Blue cat pedigree line.

His stomach growled—it was breakfast time, but he didn’t want to wake Mary yet. She smelled of lavender soap, warmth, and home. He had his own pet bed in the bedroom but preferred to crawl to her bed when he got cold or lonely.

He got cold and lonely a lot.

Mary’s cell phone vibrated, and the screen came to life with a new text message. Mary stirred, yawned, and stretched, trying to shake off the last images of dreamland. But Simon was quicker and fished her cell phone from under the pillow first. A text message from Mary’s new boyfriend, Vergenuis, read:

Vergenius: Mon Ami, would you like to go out tonight? How about the Fruits de Mer?

Seafood? What was this Frenchman thinking? Simon pushed the cell phone back under the pillow, but it was too late. Mary’s hand patted the bedding, then Simon’s furry shoulder, and groped the phone.

His perfect morning was destroyed. Simon rolled closer to touch Mary’s arm, hoping for a few strokes of her hand, but she was busy typing. Simon squinted his eyes and read Mary’s reply:

Mary: I have a marketing meeting until 7:00 p.m.

Vergenius: A quick bite at Nelson’s, then?

Mary: Remember, I’m a vegetarian.

Vergenius: I know just the place.

Mary chuckled and sat up, making it impossible for him to see her reply. Based on her bright face, nothing good. She shared her genuine full-hearted smile, which had always belonged to Simon, with an invisible suitor with a bizarre name—Vergenuis. Pffft. Very genius? Weirdo genius? What were his parents thinking?

"Simon, dear, breakfast." Mary’s voice coaxed him from the warmth of the bed. After a few lazy stretches and playing hard to get his attention, Simon trotted to the kitchen, salivating over the chicken liver pâté in his bowl. A closer look revealed minced cucumbers mixed in. Apparently, Mary hadn’t abandoned the idea of Simon losing a few ounces.

He was royalty, and Mary was his queen. When Simon first arrived as a scared little kitten in her modern two-bedroom Manhattan apartment, he detested her white furniture and the silence of the bookshelves. He dreamt of a companion—a lady cat to play with and cuddle, watch people outside, and try to catch a goldfish in tanks.

At first, he hid under the leather couch with his stuffed fox toy until Mary read aloud every evening, discussing novels and poems, addressing Simon as an interlocutor. Eventually, she’d won his heart with her kindness, intelligence, and soft-spoken voice. Rumor had it some Meow Mix kibbles were involved, but Simon would deny such an absurdity.

He jumped on the chair, knocking down a red pen and a few printed pages in protest of the presence of cucumbers in his breakfast.

He despised Mary’s work as a senior editor in a mid-size publishing agency. It came with countless hours of reading manuscripts. His aristocratic soul enjoyed Emerson more than Whitman and Oscar Wilde more than Thomas Hardy. He had no interest in the modern writer’s work. He could quote from Lord Byron and Emily Dickinson. Unfortunately, Mary could hear only a gentle purring. When his Russian genes called to him, he liked to chew on the collected works by Leo Tolstoy from the bottom shelf.

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