Danny stared at the clock. He expected her at nine, tonight. Danny walked to the door and sat on the front steps, waiting.

Closing his eyes, he saw her white hair shimmering in the moonlight. Her crystal eyes glistened as she spoke. Frowning, he realized she hadn’t told him her name.

He had met her as he came out of the bar, The Bottom Line. When she called to him, her voice caressed his soul. In dulcet tones she told him of his life. After walking him home, she said goodbye.

“I’ll meet you here in a week,” she’d said smiling, “at nine.”

Opening his eyes, he turned to the right. A glistening shimmer caught his eye and he blinked. In a moment, she stood before him.

She kissed him hello.

“What was that behind you?” he whispered.

Smiling, she said, “Wings.”

He laughed, “As in faerie? I stopped believing faeries when I was five.”

Instantly, her face contorted in pain. Screaming, she disappeared, and he stood alone, the laughter dead in his chest.

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