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Canotila

Allan Onik

    The moonlight in the forest was dim. The Canotila created a glow that warmed the insects on the ponderosa bark.
    “The night is young, I should like to sleep now,” one of them said. It was shaped like a prowling thief, pincers ahead of its’ buzzing wings.
    “Sleep?” said another, “surely you must be mistaken. We have not slept since The Father’s dawn, when the humans vice became a threat to the Sun, and the Sun broke its Yoke into a ball of Blood and Time.” The Canotila pulsed like a fiery cannon—inflamed.
    “Do not speak to me of The Father, has he ever spoken to us? HE merely watches! Sometimes I think he laughs. No, there is no Love.”
    The fairy rested on a branch. “So thinks many a human. Perhaps it is them you should vex. Here, let me help you find your Star. The Music is sweet tonight, is it not? Just listen to the crickets.”
    The two began to float. Higher and higher—into the wrinkles and wormholes, the dark blankets and twinkling pinholes. Soon there was nothing but Light and Warmth.
    “You see? It is Love. The Father does not laugh.”
    “Yes...” The wisp rested, and soon dozed off to sleep.

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