This is another excerpt from Jarn’s Journal, the fictional journal of a human-like alien who was stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. This is the remote background of the civilization in which I have set Homecoming and Tourist Trap. There is a somewhat longer version of this excerpt on my main blog, and the journal excerpts as written so far are on my author website.
She’s not having nightmares, at least not yet.
I know I swore never again to try teleporting another sentient, least of all Songbird, after that first time. I didn’t intend to. But I had no choice!
Clouds have been clustering along the northern horizon for several days, and I thought I heard faint echoes of thunder. I’d walk north, I thought, and check if there was any sign of the approaching rains, and Songbird insisted on going with me and Patches. By noon we were in waist-high grass, far taller than the burned stuff near the shelter, and the clouds were beginning to show above the horizon.
Thunder growled, and I thought I saw flashes of light against the darkness near the horizon. Not long until the rains, I thought, and then I saw that some of the near towers were black on top, not white, and the light on the horizon was red. Dry storms, and the lightning had ignited the grass.