A chill was in the air. He sniffed the breeze. It wasn’t going to rain, but if the temperature kept dropping, those grey clouds would erupt with snow he could ill afford.
He yanked on the duster to stir what warm air remained between it and his skin. At least when it was cold, he did not fight the rash so badly… or the body odor.
The cart handle was cold through the palms of threadbare, mismatched gloves. He was grateful for any since he spent the dollar he found on two cans of cat food, which he’d shared.
Turning into the deserted alley, he was amazed the dumpster lid was still attached. If he opened it against the wall, it would make a better roof. Soon, Roderick would be back to snuggle and keep him warmer. He just hoped the old Rottweiler would bring home some scraps tonight.
It is the last Sunday of February and the end of the 150 word upper limit. This week’s word is amazed. This flash sneaks in at 149.
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