Year 4 Day 81
The gather is almost over for the year.
I keep telling myself, as the time for parting approaches, that they are clever animals, that their resemblance to my species is superficial, that I can have no real relationships with them.
I fool no one but myself, and I don’t do a very good job of that.
Meerkat, now plump again, has taken over the job of preparing my food and clothing. She is careful not to annoy me, but there are times, when she does not know I am watching her, that she looks strangely wistful. Did my refusal to accept her as an acolyte last year hurt her that much? She still has no real place with Rain Cloud’s group; they have taken her in because she has no place to go, but none of the males of that group would be willing to take her as a second mate. I am not sure why. Certainly her skills at cooking and clothing preparation are above average—far better than Songbird’s were when I first took her in, and even those were far better than mine. I suspect she is not willing to take second place.
This is an excerpt from Jarn’s Journal, the fictional journal of a fictional human-like alien stranded on Earth in Africa, 125,000 years ago. A longer version is on my main blog; the whole Journal to date is on my author site. For other science fiction and fantasy snippets, go to Science Fiction and Fantasy Saturday–and we all love comments.