Storm Cloud is dead.
I am not sure how to react. Death among my people is so rare that all who know the deceased are shocked, stunned by something we do not expect.
These people see death as an enemy, yes, but as an enemy who will ultimately overcome everything alive. Everyone, they tell me, gets old and dies eventually, and Storm Cloud had lived for many years and had many daughters, daughters of daughters, and even their daughters, like Songbird. They grieve for her death, but they see it, not as a shocking surprise, but as the expected end of her life. Already they accept Rain Cloud as their leader and shaman.
I thought of offering to teleport her into the sun, as we honor our dead, but it was clear that they had their own plans. He daughters have been hidden in her shelter with her since she had died, and the men of the group, led by Rain Cloud, are digging a pit not far from the shore of the lake.
Could they be planning to cook and eat her body?
If you’re new to Science fiction and Fantasy Saturday, Jarn is a human-like alien, a R’il’nian, who was stranded in the Africa of 125,000 years ago when his experimental starship crashed. He has found and been befriended by a group of primitive humans, though he is somewhat annoyed by the fact that they insist on treating him as a god. His story is part of the remote back story of my published science fiction. This excerpt from his journal appears in a somewhat longer version on my main blog, and his entire journal (or as much as I have written to date) is on my author website.
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