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Us too, Father
It had been a long time since I came to these woods, but I know them well. Well enough to respond to their call. Even on this dark night I feel no fear, for I’ve been following this path since I was a boy, four hundred and sixty some years ago.
“Wait, what?” I said aloud. “Four hundred years?” This wasn’t right. I looked around. “Where’s the path?” My thoughts feel slippery.
Ahead of me, the path 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? I grew angry. In the back of my mind I could feel a warning, but it had no shape.
Why has it been so long since I was last here? I know these woods!
The trees whispered in the slow night winds.
I stopped. What winds?
The trees whispered. we didn’t think you’d come
I stood silently. I could feel the malice of the trees. Anger made my thoughts sharpen. “Why did you call me here?”
The forest sighed around me. it was time
Were they toying with me? “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.
All around me, and far too close, I saw the flames.
--NFG
[ Aug 5 2024 ]
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