“Patterns in the Stars” / Memorable Fancy #3317

[“Patterns of stars, forgotten.” – Molly Brodak]

       One of us said he has seen patterns in the stars. Most of us see only a bright random shining, like handfuls of dust flung toward the rising sun. But we could all read these patterns, he told us, understand their messages, if we would follow him.

       We said, who are you that we should follow you, some mad youth from the poor parts of an insignificant province?

       He insisted.

       We shut him up in a cave, where he couldn’t see the stars.

       Secretly, we admit to each other that there are patterns in the stars. But we don’t know what they mean.

If we ever figure it out, we might let him go.