The Last Thing She Saw: Science Fiction

The shine in the dark alley was what caught her attention, she said later. It was the last thing she saw. Well, that was poetic license, used by all the newsies, the ones who didn't understand (yet) exactly what she was. Would be. Was becoming. Would always be becoming. She saw plenty of other things after that lone glint. She saw the stones of the alley. She saw the drug dealer sprawled against the wall, and his runner staring with big eyes at the shiny thing clinging to the dirty cement wall. she saw police flashers at the other end of the alley, and uniformed men spilling out of their cars and setting up a perimeter. She saw--and this was strange, she always thought--a little girl watching from a window high up on the wall. No little girl was ever found, but she saw her. And it wasn't like--


Inspiration: The shiny CDs I have up on my office walls.
Potential: High. At least the character.
Notes: So she's technically blind, but can still perceive something, somehow. And this is sort of an origin story. I'm not sure why this story has high potential, but it's got a pull to it.