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𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜
𝚟ē𝚛
Lisa tiredly watches the lights of the cars dance across the glass of the bus stop. She missed her bus and now has to wait another 10 minutes before the next one comes. Sighing, she leans her head against the bus stop and closes her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
She stays like that for a minute or two before her ears pick up a faint mewing sound. Opening her eyes, she sits up straight and scans the area around the bus stop. Her eyes caught on a ball of mud-stained white fur, she quickly jumps up and runs over to it.
When she gets closer, she sees a small kitten with white fur and bright blue eyes. Mummering soft words, she slowly reaches out and tries to pet the cat. It hisses, but when Lisa tries again it seems too tired to fend her hand away.
"Are you hungry little one?" Lisa asks quietly, giving the cat another once over. The kitten looks starved, its ribs poking out on either side like sharp blades. The cat meows softly, almost as if it was responding to Lisa's question.
"I'll take that as a yes," Lisa says, smiling softly at the little creature. Standing up she looks at her watch, she has four minutes left until the next bus. It's not nearly enough time to go to the nearest convenience store, but Lisa decides the cat is more important.
"I'll be back little one, wait for me," she coos, bending down to pet the cat once more.
Lisa stands up and briskly walks to the convenience store she passed not too long ago. Walking through the sliding glass door, cold air from the AC wafts over her, a contrast from the hot night air she had been out in a minute ago.
She smiles at the young girl who is at the counter, studying while she works her shift. She walks over to the isle with the colorful array of cat food and stands pondering for a bit. Deciding on the plain cat food, she picks it up and sets it on the counter along with a popsicle that she picked up for herself.
Paying, she nods at the girl at the counter and smiles in gratitude before exiting the store and heading back to where she left the kitten. Opening her popsicle, she pops it her mouth and smiles at the combination of sweetness and coldness. She walks down the sidewalk, humming a little and swinging the plastic bag she got at the convenience store.
When she reaches the spot where she saw that kitten she pauses in shock. Where the cat is there is a tall man dressed in all black hunched over. Lisa, startled, grips her bag in fear. Creeping closer she hears the cat meowing in what, to her, sounds like distress. Now certain the man is harming the cat in some way, she leaps forward and pushes him over. He shouts in fear and hits the sidewalk, rolling on the ground in pain.
