She is a shadow in the corner of their eye, a noise in the dead of a moonlit night, a whisper on their lips. Once a child saw her, dancing on the very edge of a building, perfectly balanced, her eyes like fireflies, her laugh like birdsong.
There is a faerie on these streets, they say, and she wears yellow shoes.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Daniel Garcia for providing the prompt photo!