Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | Page 13

is a fine line between getting masses to believe, and
the same masses, thinking it is all a hoax.”

control. Emotion set aside, just a seeker of truth. Get
a grip lad, and not on my neck.”

Thomas saw an opportunity to take a different
tack with the man. “So were they fake or did your
people pose for them?”

Thomas fiddled with his tie. “Look, what do
you want? Just tell me, so that I can have my little
girl home,” he pleaded.

“We were there, watching Frances and Elsie
with their little cut out pictures. But no, none are real.
You can see for yourself that I am not, by human
standards, a pretty thing. We do laugh at how you all
think we look. I’ve seen that Tinkerbell. If only! Hah,
I’ve never seen one of ours look that good, or come
to think of it, have a dress that short.” He slapped his
thigh, laughing loudly to himself.

“Right, where did we get to with my tale?”
He pushed the chair up on its legs again and climbed
onto the seat. “Ah, yes, we got to the fact that we
get our magic from you humans, and that a lot of my
people have, well, gone cold turkey.”

Thomas turned away from the table, running
his fingers through his hair, slowing his breathing,
trying to keep a grip on reality. He knew in his mind
that the small man was just deluded. He composed
himself once more, knowing he had to do this right,
for the sake of his daughter and every other child that
had been taken. He turned around to the little man.

“I’m getting to it. She’s fine. You see we’ve
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