The soft sound of rain welcomed the night, the forgotten street lights turning the alley black. Tucked away in a small wicker basket, a kitten’s eyes gleamed in the darkness. Leaping from the basket, the little creature shivered, the icy rain coating its fur.
Whomever left it had gone, the warm light of home replaced by the downpour of early fall. Abandoned in the darkness, the kitten scoured for shelter from the relentless rain. But there was nothing: wall like cliffs, barren of any outcropping, no shelter to be found; the kitten was abandoned, in a midnight alley, unending rain pouring from the sky.
Aww, poor kitty. Flash fiction is not easy, but you really managed to bring over that feeling of loneliness.