Thanks to Cuzzin’ Shelley for this nice pic.
Whenever I see a window, I think of someone looking out seeing whatever they want or wish they could see. So, I thought of a guy sitting by his window looking up at the stars through a telescope and thinking of many things — mainly answers to questions.
This story was first published on May 28, 2014. Before we begin …
EDITOR’S NOTE: One night, a HAM radio operator named Kevin, who originally hailed from Flanders, intercepted a transmission. It was the voice of a woman who told a tale of her and her brother being marooned for centuries. The language spoken, he told me, sounded something like a sort of “High Flemish,” if there were such a thing. “I felt very sorry for the woman transmitting,” he later told me. “She sounded so sad.” He copied it down in English, went to the library, borrowed a first edition Caldecott book, took to the radio and hoped the message he was sending would be heard.
He heard the signal from star “Ni-Etrell’s” third planet, “Gna-Jala.”
Gna-Jala —- where his lovely Koo-Brindii and her brother were lost forever, centuries ago.
The message, barely readable, sounded almost like a lower version of his own language.
“… Kevin. Our planet … called Earth. I intercepted her signal … seems … toward Alpha Centauri … If by … you’re reading this … how sorry I am for … loss. She … on Earth, immortalized in … book. I … read it to you … her memory.
‘My dear, do you know,
How a long time ago,
Two poor little children,
Whose names I don’t know,
Were stolen away … ‘ “
The legend of The Green Children of Woolpit served as the inspiration for this story.