Lustysouls

A note on the back, written in amber ink: “You traded a soul-fragment. I traded a service. Fair exchange is no robbery. But if you want it back… bring another. Bring someone who still burns. Introduce them to me. One memory for one memory.” Leo stood in the cold gray light, the card trembling in his hand. He thought of his lonely coworker. His divorced brother. The barista who always looked at customers like she was starving.

“Yes,” he whispered.

She smiled, and her teeth were just slightly too white, too straight. “I’m what you came for. But you don’t know it yet.” lustysouls

Leo found it three months after his wife left. A note on the back, written in amber