The Talking Stick. A Very Short Story
The talkng stick is passed to the young male warrior, bounding with muscles and bloodied with wounds.
The other one left alive is the shaman, an elder, greying and old.
The amazon women look on with compassion as they have just removed from their bodies all the other men in their tribe
Mazuki, as they call him, is the only one allowed to speak as he is holding the stick,
“I have great shame that we have been destroyed by you, and I will die before submitting to you,
if only to honor my fellow warriors. We were trying to provide for you. Mistakes were made.
What were we to do?”
What were we to do?”
He hands the stick back to the warrior princess. She looks compassionately at the man,
“We have no pride in slaughtering you, but we could no longer perform duties for your race of unfeeling men.
We truly wanted to surrender to your leadership, but it included hurting animals to make money,
lying to people to sell products that hurt others, and enslaving minds with negative attention makers,
so they become robots for the money machine. We had to end you, as there was no stopping it.”
She hands the stick back to the elder-man-chief,
“You have worked hard to achieve boundaries, and I celebrate that you used them swiftly and justly.
I am inspired to serve these hard fought boundaries. I can only give my heart to soften the hardness you’ve taken on
to fight our unfeeling ways. My heart is all I have to offer, with whatever age and power I have left.
to fight our unfeeling ways. My heart is all I have to offer, with whatever age and power I have left.
Lets dance! I am enchanted by the lovely amazon woman over there!”
And he offers his hand.
THE END
What is the point of this story? You tell me.
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