by Lily Childs
Years of scurrying around filthy alleys had me believing I was eternally earth-bound until I found her, lying on her back beneath a pox-ridden docker. She saw me first. Her scream gave the punter enough satisfaction to end his laboured pumping. He took flight, throwing a handful of coins between her legs.
“Who the hell are you?”
We stared each other out, reflections.
Sunlight pierced the air as my wings erupted. She sighed, and I stole her away from hell’s streets, still warm...
We’ll rest awhile, then try again.
Old souls with fresh faces.
Author bio: A writer of horror and dark fiction, Lily Childs is also the author of the Magenta Shaman urban fantasy series. Find out more on her blog The Feardom or follow her on Twitter: @LilyChilds