Feral Father

Warm & Cozy

Father Maher bent down and picked me up in his arms. He broke out in a sprint towards the Niagara Gorge. Terrified, I closed my eyes hoping it was all a dream and that I would wake up back on my stiff mattress in my dorm room. But to my dismay, he hopped over the barrier separating the road from the deadly plunge into the deep, freezing waters. I held my breath as we hit the water. Father Maher began swimming, dragging me behind him toward the side of the cliff. From what I could see, there was a small opening with a glowing light coming from inside.

After a solid few minutes, we made it to the small opening which turned out to be the opening to a cozy cave. Father Maher set me down near a roaring fire and sat next to me. I stared back at him, into his piercing brown eyes waiting for him to speak. After what seemed to be hours (really it was 30 seconds) Father Maher finally spoke. He cleared his throat and spoke, "I formally apologize for startling you, the moon does crazy things to me. Things you could never understand". He looked off into the distance, with a sad, mournful look in his eye. A wave of sympathy overcame me and I scooted closer to him.