Magical orbs

I don’t normally rummage through garbage. Specially not if its a filthy cardboard box in what could potentially (read that as probably) be a bio-hazard dumpster.

Today I did.

I rolled up my sleeves, looked around for anything that could substitute for gloves, managed to find one plastic bag, looked for another, eventually gave up, and simply dug in with two bare hands. After all I have 24 hours to take a tetanus shot.

There are laws against driving with a kitten without a carrier, but I’d rather pay the fine than leave her behind.

Something tells me that after one look into those beautiful yellow orbs, the cop’s gonna give me a pass.

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In response to Priceless Joy’s 144th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge based on a picture by Enisa.