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I thought until this evening that my failure to taste salt in the food Rainbow was preparing was due to my being so surrounded by salt that my sense of taste was overwhelmed. It finally occurred to me that the gifts of the group had not included salt, probably because I generally supply it. All suns evaporate salty sea water to produce salt, so it wasn’t as if there was a real shortage.
When I asked her if she could use any salt she told me, very apologetically, that she had almost none left.
I could not help laughing, which made her look even more martyred.
“I’m laughing at myself, not at you,” I assured her once I got myself under control. “I’ve been surrounded by salt lately – pebbles to mountains. I’ll bring you several forms, and you can decide if pebbles, crusts, or evaporated lake water would be the most useful for you. But please, if you need something you don’t have, tell me. I had no idea you needed salt.”
Jarn’s Journal is the journal of a human-like alien stranded in Africa some 125,000 years ago. He has befriended a group of our ancestors and is exploring the world on which he finds himself. This post is much shortened from a longer version on my main blog. For the entire Journal to date, see my author site. Jarn’s story is part of the back story of the world in which my science fiction is set. (The pebbles in the photo, by the way, are halite — better known as salt.)