"Let Moths Be" by Armando Cruz

I saw a moth resting on the garage window, no doubt tired of the brutal summer day. For no intelligent reason I nudged her, poke and poke until she flew for me. Though not a

butterfly, she danced like the best of them and if she was tired then what a beauty it is to be tired. She had a splendid garden to land on, but she chose the ugliest tree. A camouflaged lizard attacked and ate the dear moth right before me. And so I make this note: please future me, let moths be.

Armando Cruz was born and raised in the mountains of Canóvanas, Puerto Rico, where a love for storytelling was forged during late-night family gatherings under the Caribbean stars. Carlos moved to Washington state in 2009 for college and have called the PNW his second home ever since. He loves fantasy and science fiction as well as writing short stories. He is currently working on his debut novel and a collection of short stories, which will be published in the coming months. When not writing, he is either fishing or curled up with a cup of coffee alongside his wife, Natalie, and his pup, Sadie.