the faery

"And we? Envy?"

The words coming to me did not make sense.

"Is a chew? Atchoo? Can a bee, Houston?"

The sounds he made hurt my ears. At that moment, I wished to be sleeping in Speck's arms again. He knelt on the damp grass and spread out his arms as if he expected me to run to him. But I was confused and did not know if he meant me harm, so I turned and sprinted, as fast as I could go. The monstrous gargle from his throat followed me deep into the forest until, as suddenly, the strange words stopped, yet I kept running all the way home.

Aniday(Henry Day)'s encounter with his father.

from The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue

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