Monday, April 23, 2012

Greylands: Firefly

by Chelsea Miller

The ever constant rain helped Firefly wash the seed from her dirty blonde hair. She shuddered as she passed through the silver gates of one of the mansions in the Golden Tracks. Not from the cold rain, but shuddering from her latest client. She closed her eyes and tried to forget his sagging skin and horrible breath.
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