Letter From The Editor - Issue 59 - October 2017

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Whiteface - Part II
    by Jared Oliver Adams

Whiteface
Artwork by Anna Repp

. . . continued from issue 24 . . .

When the Curer was done talking, Otter slumped back home to his chikhee. He felt numb. He understood now why his father had let himself starve to death those many years ago. Nothing mattered. He had failed and nothing mattered. Why not sit and wait for death to come? Why stave it off?

Lake-bloom sought to comfort him. She rubbed his back in great circles as he looked outside at the village from his chikhee, watching people go about their day as if nothing had happened. A pair of hunter-warriors were cooking a small alligator on a rack above a fire. They were talking and laughing. Three chikhees over, a group of men and women sat and plaited strips of palm branches together to make mats. A few children who had chosen blue and would be crafters were sitting with them, learning their future trade. To the side of their chikhee, a cloud of flies hovered over the house's dung basket. One of the unclean would come at night and take it for use in the fields the next day. One like Otter's son.

For days, Otter stayed in his house. He wanted to leave, to go far away, but he couldn't bring himself to expend the effort. After a week, Lake-bloom announced that she was going to visit Whiteface in his recovery. "You should come too, husband, for he is still our son and visiting him now will help heal the rift between us." She was wrong though. Otter had no son, and neither did she. The day of his naming, infant Whiteface had caught an illness, and though Otter and Lake-bloom had later thought they'd cured it, the illness turned out to be fatal.

Their son was dead.

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