The hand-lettered sign says "Kittens" and I stop my car to see. I look in the cardboard box and the box is empty.
"Kittens are everywhere," says the little girl. "You can have one if you want."
I look around and see that she is right. Kittens catch raindrops as they fall. Kittens chase the white lines on the highway. Kittens eat and drink and sleep and that is all and enough.
I drive home and find that I have scratched the vinyl off the steering wheel. For now, my claws are sharp, and I have not seen the world.
DP FICTION #5: “Not a Bird” by H.E. Roulo
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