BURNING (871 words, Fantasy)
Lissa huddled in a doorframe, rocking on her heels and hugging herself. Her grayish eyes were saucer-wide and her long, lacquered nails dug into the sleeves of her tatty leather jacket. Any passersby might mistake her for a junkie. Or a prostitute. They wouldn’t be entirely wrong, either; the young woman was waiting for a client, a dealer, and a fix.
The human world was no place for a pixie like her. It was cold and dark and lonely… and it burned.
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