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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
by A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park
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Morgan awoke the next morning to find himself in
Mildred’s bed; Mildred herself was staring at him, unblinking and
triumphant. When she noticed that he had woken, she smiled and spoke
softly.
“Thank you, Morgan…You have given me a son. A son!”
For a moment she seemed uncontrollably happy, her smile broadening.
She then got out of bed, wrapped herself in a blanket, and her
expression changed from warm to icy.
“I think, then, that it is time for you to leave.” She turned her back
on him, and did not speak to him again. Morgan had a feeling that he
had somehow made trouble for Nameless, yet his relations with Mildred
could not possibly be connected with the calm, quiet woman down on the
ground. He hoped with all his heart that she would not be there to
find him; she was.
Morgan’s could not recognize her at first. Her eyes, usually so
peaceful, were sadder than those of a lost child and her face,
normally composed and unafraid, was now that of a person in great
peril. She was pacing about nervously, muttering,
“A week, a week…” and wringing her hands. Morgan approached her
carefully before speaking.
“Nameless? Are you…all right?”
She turned towards him suddenly, a mixture of fear and disappointment
masking her normally calm composure. “Yes…of course. I had trouble
sleeping last night. The trees were restless. They had much to say to
me that I would rather not have heard. You probably want to return
home, yes? Come.” She walked off into the woods without a further
glance in his direction. They walked all the way back to the
Easterly/Westerly border together, and in total silence. Morgan could
hear the creaks, groans, and rustles of the trees. Nameless had once
told him that the trees spoke like this; he wondered vaguely what they
could be talking about now. He wished he could ask Nameless—she seemed
to know everything—yet he felt that now was not a good time for words.
When they reached the border, Nameless mumbled distractedly,
“This is where I leave you,” And turned to go. Morgan took her by the
arm to stop her.
“One moment…Shall we ever meet again?”
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