Charmed Child: A short story

The couple lay spent and sticky on the back seat of the car. They weren’t to know because they’d parked over a bridge, the Old Magic applied.
The Imp sat on the bonnet, smoking a roll-up. The Fairy hovered, unimpressed.
“Usual rules?” said the Imp.
She sighed, “I suppose.”
“Me first,” he said, “it’s tradition. I’ll give her- a random change to her genome.”
She raised an eyebrow, nasty that. “Ok. The child will bring joy wherever she goes.”
And to her last day, when her donated corneas focused for a new child, she did.

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