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Us too, Father
It had been a long time since I came to these woods, but I know them well. Even now, in the darkest night I felt no fear, for I’d been following this path since I was a boy, four hundred and sixty some years ago.
“Wait, what?” I said aloud. “Four hundred years?” I looked around. This wasn’t right. I looked behind me. “Where’s the path?”
Ahead of me, it was as visible in the moonlight as it ever was in daylight. How old am I? I couldn’t remember. Why did I come to these woods tonight? If it hadn’t been so long since the last time, surely I would remember the path…
Why has it been so long since I was last here?
The trees whispered in the slow night winds.
I stopped. What winds?
The trees whispered. we told you not to come back
“Fuck you!” I shouted back at the unruly trees. “I made these woods! I made you!”
yes, father, will you unmake us too, father?
“If I have to!” I stood defiantly.
not if we unmake you first, they whispered for the last time.
Close ahead, too close, I saw the flames.
--NFG
[ Aug 5 2024 ]
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