The Waste (XIII)

Abigail guessed at the sailors place on the water relative to the docks, and marked several jettys as potential return-homes for the fisherman who had opened the door, ever so slightly, to her pursuit of seafaring knowledge. She knew that there was a possibility that she had imagined the young man’s smile, but Abigail was […]

The Waste (XII)

Five years passed after the fish falsification fiasco, during which several interesting developments occurred. The first of note, is that Furous found the trajectory of his career choice as a fisherman redirected, and after the incident, his role was led to that of repairman. He found himself abruptly under the tutelage of a rope maker.  […]

The Waste (XI)

The next morning, the pumping mechanism in the pen was engaged by the villagers, and the inhabitants of the octagonal enclosure were encouraged by immaculate engineering, to revisit the seas from whence they had been captured. It took little time after Allamar’s edict of augmentation, for the unwed fishermen of the village to have docked […]

The Waste (X)

The villagers waited out the impossibly long pause in Allamar’s speech. The sun bore down on patient brows, its insistence drawing beads of perspiration from calm onlookers. After long seconds of intense stillness, breath barely noted among the close-pressed villagers, Allamar reached towards his own chest. The crowd drew in a tiny collective breath, as […]

The Waste (VIII)

Beginning around noon the next day, the entire village enjoyed exquisite food the likes of which many of the citizens had never tasted.  No one could offer a plausible explanation regarding the source of a majority of the ingredients, for the elements of these recipes were not consistent with the villagers normal fare.  Allamar postulated […]

The Waste (VII)

Before Allamar brought his scaled, water-dwelling colossus to the village, the succession of chieftainship had been passed generationally, from father to son, for as long as any living member of the village could recall.   The passing of time had been so considerable since the last catch-to-chieftainship, that none of the villagers could specifically remember whose […]

The Waste (V)

Lucius and Ignatius were seasoned hands when it came to setting up their camp.  They easily retrieved their tent from what seemed to be a disorganized pile of sacks, bags, and boxes.  Paris regarded the size of the bag with dubious curiosity, but from the too-small-seeming package they unfolded, little by little an unexplainably large piece of […]