Inksy's Magic Unicorn
by Ran Walker
The unicorn emerged from the array of aerosol paints leaping from the nozzles of her spray cans, its thunderous hooves galloping across the magenta plain. Inksy smiled, then rotated the can in each hand before sliding them back into her holsters. The unicorn wouldn’t last for long, as the paints broke down and ran into the ground beneath, but while it was there, it was a beautiful sight to behold. Inksy could have never done this back on Earth, having struggled to even find spaces for murals, but Avonova was different. Inksy dared to call it magic, the real kind.