This is a segment from Jarn’s Journal, the journal kept by a fictitious alien who was stranded in Africa roughly 125,000 years ago. The end of his story is the foundation of the Jarnian Confederation, the interstellar civilization in which my science fiction books are set–but that’s quite a ways in Jarn’s future. Here he has been on Earth a bit more than two years, and he has just found the group of primitive humans he had met with before. His journal is being added to my author website as it is written; a longer version of this excerpt is on my main blog.
I found them! And they do not look nearly as hungry as Lion’s group, though they have piled thorny branches higher around their camp than I ever saw when they were near my shelter. Storm Cloud seemed delighted to see me, as was Songbird.
“Have you seen water near?” Storm Cloud asked me at once.
I looked at the water hole near their camp. Once it had been a deep scour in a river – I could see the dry bed stretching out in either direction. Now it was little more than a long pool, and from the cracked mud surrounding it, that pool was drying up. There were fish, trapped by the shrinking of the river, but they could not feed this group for much longer.
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