There’s fairies that live here in the woods. They’re not like the movie fairies. No wings, glitter, or fairy dust. Well they may have a few spoonfuls of dust stored in jars in their herb cabinets. But none that’ll make you fly. And if it does, it’s typically cerebral.I found them a couple of weeks ago. A couple days after my friend Yaya and I got rescued from poverty. We had been sleeping in her car for three weeks. Then they towed it while we were in it. They didn’t know we were in it. We didn’t know it was getting towed. We woke up in the middle of an impound lot. The police were shining lights in the backseat. They didn’t think it was Yaya’s car and she didn’t have the paperwork to prove it. They thought we were bums. Or maybe hoes.

We spent three hours in holding. Were about to get booked for possession when a lady approached us.

Her left eye was fake. She tried to hide it with her bangs, but I peeped. Her glossy stare was haunting underneath the jet black, freshly pressed, curtain that she swooped over her eye. Her hair was so greasy that the bang didn’t exactly flow, it was more of a cast. Her unblinking eye peered through the stringy mess and her voice came out just as thin.