I know they’re real.
But none else does.
How can I show people that something is real if they won’t take a minute to seriously listen?
So I do everything I can to keep them hidden.
Hidden from the people who would seek to destroy them.
Hidden from those who would hurt them.
And at the same time, I try to make people believe.
People who I know can handle the truth.
Can handle the fact that we’re not alone in this world.
Without fear, without violence.
I try to make people understand.
But at the same time, I know the truth can never become public knowledge.
Because if people knew what they were, then all hell would break loose.
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Categories: flash fiction