As a newcomer to SFFSunday, I had better introduce myself. I have two books published with iUniverse, Homecoming and Tourist Trap. I have for some time been filling Saturdays on my main blog with posts of varying length on the background of my science fiction universe – a background in which a humanlike alien, a R’il’nian named Jarn, was stranded on Earth 125,000 years ago. My posts are supposedly excerpts from his journal, which became the template for Holy Books (often much expurgated!) throughout what became the Jarnian Confederation. This one is few months after he has discovered a temporary encampment of primitive humans.
The books are set only a few hundred years ago (with a trilogy in our own time coming up) but these excerpts from Jarn’s Jornal were supposedly recorded during the last (or next to last, if you count the one we are in as the last) interglacial. In general the excerpts on the main blog are longer, but do not go live until 9 am UK time (Midnight here in Alaska.)
Jarn’s Journal, Day 347
They have left, taking with them the skins they used to cover their shelters, their weapons, the gourds they use to carry water and some foods, and everything else they can carry on their backs. I would be lonely, had they not left me with a dilemma — for they are not all gone. One was left behind.
She is a young female, injured by a leopard several fivedays ago. There has been considerable argument in the group over the last few days, and I think the gist of the disagreement was the fact that they could no longer gather enough food to survive here, but she could not be moved. They have left her with skins to cover her in a small hut surrounded by thorns. Surely they do not expect she can survive on her own!