Star by Eliza Witte - HTML preview

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‘And why does this worry you so much?’ The Boss asked.

‘Because he is going to die.’

‘You know that there is no such thing as death, Alpha Phoenicis! Nothing in nature gets lost; it only changes its shape. He will become a star in the sky and he will sing again.’

‘That’s the point.’ What Anka didn't know, yet was that the Boss could have had all his reasons to banish her to a black hole practically forever for breaching Rule Number One, to turn her into ashes for breaching Rule Number Two and to send her hurtling to the sea because of Rule Number Three, so she continued with Rule Number Four – to dispute a decision taken to keep the entire balance of the universe – ‘I don’t want him to sing,’ She went on, ‘I mean, I don’t want him to sing like us. He is not a star! I mean he is but…at the same time, he isn’t! O-o-o-oh, this is so complicated!’ The static electricity beamed again but this time Ankaa didn’t seem to be really shocked. She kept on waging her own war.

‘He sings very well already. Otherwise, he’ll sing just like us,’ she said.

‘And what’s so wrong with him singing just like you?’ The Boss asked, ‘On the other hand, come to think of it, he might not be a star at all. He might be left down there for another earthly transformation as I’d heard some things about drugs and a car accident.’

‘Oh, no! You are NOT leaving him there!’

‘Are you correcting my actions?’

I had the nerve to listen just up to this part of the story. I had to go out, to cross several moons just to cool down before I went back to Ankaa to listen again to how actually the conversation would end. She was waiting for me on the swing, looking rather anxious as if solving a problem of the 98th dimension. The truth was, she simply couldn’t see anything wrong in her behavior and for her MINE – running to the moons and back -

was the one thing that was totally illogical. In fact, afterwards, the Boss showered her with a portion of His wisdom telling her that Stuart had been loved by too many souls because of his music and that’s why it was unlikely for him just to be left for a transformation after all. However the Boss absolutely disagreed to cancel the burning-out. According to Him, Stuart was throwing away a precious gift – his life over the drugs.

He had been trying systematically to ruin himself and he had succeeded in it. ‘Almost succeeded’ was Ankaa’s answer, which made the little hairs behind my neck stand up again. Then Ankaa expressed The Boss’s next reaction as ‘getting mad’, which was almost a contradiction in terms as souls get mad ONLY when they cannot take in the Boss’s wisdom. To say about the Boss that he got mad meant that you were just one inch from a total extirpation.