A Routine Stop

“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” the police officer asked. She had a hard face and a torch that scorched his eyes like a small sun.

“Quite fast, ma’am,” James replied.

“Quite fast indeed. Any reason for the urgency?”

“Just eager to get home.” He smiled nervously. There was a mewling sound and the torchlight swept down.

The kitten looked up at the light, little eyes blinking. The police officer smiled.

“Cute little guy,” she said.

“Yes,” James muttered.

“I’ll let you off with a warning.” She wagged a finger. “But just this once, you understand?”

James’s head bobbed up and down. “I understand.”

“Good. Have a safe trip. And no more speeding!”

She walked back to her vehicle and drove off, vanishing into the dark.

“I thought she’d never leave,” the kitten said. “Now remember our deal, James, and drive.”

---

Word Count: 145

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Enisa for providing the prompt photo!