0011: Don't Get Killed Out There
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Dark crimson leaks from her face onto the glittery purple fabric across her chest.
“You okay to drive?” The fairy wipes her nose and pauses, noticing the ruby river smeared across the back of her hand. She yanks a cigarette from her pocket, puts the end in her mouth, and cups her hands to light it. After a deep inhale, she leans forward, letting the tiny droplets of blood explode onto the sidewalk. A swirl of white smoke trickles out of her lips.
“Do you need help?” Everly asks.
The Fairy lifts her head and squints at Everly. “Everyone fights.”
Everly raises an eyebrow at Hayley, who shrugs as if to say, “see?”
The fairy waves a hand toward the apartment. “You can stay here, you know.”
Before Everly can say anything, Hayley is waving her stiletto in the air. “We forgot our toothbrushes and we don’t want to get zits.”
The Fairy spins and hops on tiptoe back to her apartment with her translucent, sparking wings bobbing behind her.
“Don’t get killed out there!”
Everly stares at the patch of small speckled bloody orbs left glimmering in the streetlight. Why would she say that?
Everly slides into the driver's seat as Hayley collapses into the passenger side.
She just needs to get home, have a hot cup of tea, and go to bed. She’ll work her shift at Hamburger Mary’s tomorrow and on Monday she’ll finally meet Jetson Ayers.
“You okay to drive?” The fairy wipes her nose and pauses, noticing the ruby river smeared across the back of her hand. She yanks a cigarette from her pocket, puts the end in her mouth, and cups her hands to light it. After a deep inhale, she leans forward, letting the tiny droplets of blood explode onto the sidewalk. A swirl of white smoke trickles out of her lips.
“Do you need help?” Everly asks.
The Fairy lifts her head and squints at Everly. “Everyone fights.”
Everly raises an eyebrow at Hayley, who shrugs as if to say, “see?”
The fairy waves a hand toward the apartment. “You can stay here, you know.”
Before Everly can say anything, Hayley is waving her stiletto in the air. “We forgot our toothbrushes and we don’t want to get zits.”
The Fairy spins and hops on tiptoe back to her apartment with her translucent, sparking wings bobbing behind her.
“Don’t get killed out there!”
Everly stares at the patch of small speckled bloody orbs left glimmering in the streetlight. Why would she say that?
Everly slides into the driver's seat as Hayley collapses into the passenger side.
She just needs to get home, have a hot cup of tea, and go to bed. She’ll work her shift at Hamburger Mary’s tomorrow and on Monday she’ll finally meet Jetson Ayers.