Riley Field
Stories (2/0)
A Strong, Brave Boy
Day 657 Well, this seems a bit informal for a very serious moment in my life, but here we are. I have absolutely nothing to do but to sit here and write in this journal. This is what I’m reduced to every single day in this place. I haven’t seen my mom in hours, or has it been days? I can’t even remember. All I want to do is help. Everyone tells me I’m too young.. and also that I’m a boy. I don’t get why boys can’t help out! It’s so unfair. My sister has been learning so much, but I just have to stay here and guard our station. Mostly to make sure no unwanted creatures or humans come along. If they do, I have to blow a horn so that the women can come back as quickly as possible. The women are always chosen to be the ones hunting, building base, and making our circ decisions. That’s what we call our group, our circle, if you will. I haven’t even seen any other creature since we moved from our last station, which was hundreds of thousands of paces from here. I counted, actually, 10,662 paces to get where we are now. It’s quieter here. The wind blows less, which means the trees shuffle less. I can hear sky creatures singing and I really enjoy that. We walked downwards a lot, so now we are really close to a trickle. I can hear it from our base. It’s this long stream of water, we aren’t sure where it starts or ends, but everyone’s worried about following it because it may lead to another circ.
By Riley Field3 years ago in Fiction