Tom Thumb: Fantasy
Aug. 28th, 2009 11:52 amThe scratching at the cardboard box was what caught her attention. She thought maybe somebody had tossed out a box of kittens--she'd seen it before, and had taken the little things to the humane society to be nursed and then fostered out and hopefully adopted permanently. She was all ready to be filled with righteous indignation. Then she opened the box and gaped. Sure, she'd seen tiny animals in boxes. And she'd seen homeless people in boxes. But this was the first time she'd seen a tiny homeless person in a box. Not just--short. Tiny. As tall as the length of her hand tiny. He even had a tiny little dog the length of her thumb that barked up at her with a high-pitched tone when she opened the box. The--person--raised his hand to shielded his eyes from the glare of the street lights. "Giants," he muttered. "That's torn it then."
Inspiration: Kitten scratching to get out of his box.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Nothing new here.
Inspiration: Kitten scratching to get out of his box.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Nothing new here.