By Rie Sheridan Rose
“Look, Papa!” Fzzit pointed to the vast dark above them. “The sky lights! The sky lights!”
The father looked down upon his offspring and smiled. It was a sad smile. When he was a child, his own father had told him that when his grandfather was a boy, the sky lights used to twinkle in the sky at all times. It seemed they appeared for a shorter and shorter period every cycle.
“I see them, little one. Make the first sight wish.”
Fzzit quivered with excitement. “I wish. . .what should I wish for, Papa?”
“That decision is your own. What do you want more than anything in the world?”
“I wish that the sky lights were always above us! I want to go there someday and see them for myself.”
Txxit chuckled. “An ambitious wish. May it come true for you.”
A sudden roar filled the night, and before Txxit could get Fzzit to shelter, they were crushed beneath the falling mountain. There would be no more sky lights for Fzzit.
“Mom!” wailed the pig-tailed princess as she scraped the remains off her shoe, “Why are there cockroaches under the Christmas tree?
Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. A lot. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including Killing It Softly Vol. 1 & 2, Hides the Dark Tower, Dark Divinations, and On Fire. She has authored twelve novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. She tweets as @RieSheridanRose.