The hummingbird was lost in the supermarket, exhausted, starving, and near death as it spiraled towards the ground on helpless wings.
I snatched her away from the crushing carts, cupped her in my hands, and rushed for the exit.
She was tiny and soft against my palms. I ran out towards the flowers. She was too weak to perch; I cupped her in my palm and held her up to each flower to drink.
Slowly, she perked up and her claws tightened on my finger. Then she spread her wings and flew on her own: a tiny, sweet miracle.