Goat Eyes

This powerful short story is written by Kellen Sharp and is inspired by the tales of indigenous creation and exploration.

There once was a village girl, they called her Goat Eyes 

She grew up in a home two parts mosquitos, one part malaria.

Food was scarce, winter was coming but winter was never as cold

As the people’s shoulders turned when she begged them for food, her family was starving. 

Her mother told her that her father was lost at sea, but she knew he lost himself in alcohol.

Goat Eyes yearned for bottles of fresh water, and the handsome farmer boy

Would always save her some before watering the plants 

But something about the air was different, a storm was coming. 

He wasn’t at his usual post selling tomatoes, she couldn’t go back empty handed

Her sisters could only suck so much life out of their mother’s chest before she was lost to the journey.

She had to find something, suddenly her ears bucked, she heard her name called.

An elder stood before her, Goat Eyes bowed to her as the elephants bowed to water holes.

Just as thirsty Goat Girl said, “My oh my, Elder what do I need do you have water to spare to me?”

The elder said, “Let me think oh let me think, do I have something to drink.”

“Yes I do, but you won’t like what I will ask in return of you.” Goat Eyes thought of her family.

She was uneasy but she had always been taught to listen to her elders so she conceded.

“My family is hungry, whatever you can give me is better than nothing.”

The elder smirked and said, “I only ask one thing, they call me the centipede, I crawl into 

Your head and peer in your dreams, I know what you think of that handsome younger farmer boy, you want to do the unholy, if you sacrifice your lust I’ll give all the water that you can drink

Your family will never have to worry about you if you never thirst again.”

Goat Eyes thought, she had grown to love farmer boy for his generosity.

He was so giving in her time of need, but she admitted lately she’d had feelings of thirst water couldn’t quench, only him.

But her family meant much more, she agreed.

Startled by a drum of thunder she turned and dove for the ground, when she got back the elder had vanished.

Suddenly droplets of water started on her face, and then on her garb, then pretty soon the whole village was drenched in fresh water.

It rained all winter, then spring, then summer, then autumn, then winter again for three years.

The third year the farmer boy had returned, exchanging his garden tools for a ship’s sail.

He arrived, muscular and seasoned by the sea, instantly he recognized her and she him.

Forgetting her promise, she lay with him in his home the fourth year of rain

In the morning Goat Eyes got out of bed and listened, no rain.

She turned toward the farmer boy, horrified at what she witnessed.

Centipedes scuttled in and out of his ears and in and out of his nose, his eyes were scooped out 

And blood soaked into the dirt.

She ran out of her home only to her mother’s home only to see she and her children, but they had

Met the same fate, the sun was intensely hot.

Goat Eyes buckled to her knees and yelled to the top of her lungs

Her screams started to change from shrill to booming, heavy, her hands and legs grew heavier still.

She got on all fours and bucked, hooves sprouted from her hands and 

She watched the elder walk towards her.

“You went back on your promise the water must go, since you are so lustful, you must

Spend the rest of your life as a Goat.”

Goat Eyes trotted to the evaporating watering hole and kneeled down to look at her reflection.

Gigantic goat horns had sprouted from her head, she cried for months at the watering hole,

Praying for the water to return; the gods must’ve heard her because one day it did,

But with it came elephants, and in her sleep, as the elephant bowed before the watering hole,

She was crushed, they say it rained for years after her death, and still even to this day, 

Goats are sacrificed for the rain.

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