The Night Wants Something Back He didn’t have much to say about his disappearance. It hadn’t been for very long, unlike the reports from the other abductees. He was emphatic that his captors weren’t human. He’d heard about medieval alchemists looking for ingredients to make a flying ointment. The aliens did poke around his head, and prod his skin, but as far as he could tell, his toadstone was still intact. Again, these weren’t sorcerers. After his return he could be found most nights among the bright lights where they left him. They hadn’t promised to come back, but he’d be ready, if they did. Cherie Hunter Day Cherie Hunter Day lives in Auburn, New Hampshire, near Massabesic Lake. her work has appeared in Mid-American Review, Moon City Review, Rust & Moth, and Unbroken, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best Microfiction anthologies. Her most recent collection, A House Meant Only for Summer (Red Moon Press, 2023) features haibun and tanka prose. When not writing poetry and micro prose, or making collages, she is outside exploring the woods and avoiding ticks.
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