by Tamara Knight
Close your eyes what do you see?
A boat on the water. It moves past large luxurious hotels that line warm silvery beaches. Hot blue skies as far as the eye can see.
But there are sharks in the water, large great white sharks that stalk the waters looking for prey. Hearing a call they head north, farther and farther, ignoring the penguins that swim in the water, they go under the ice of the polar cap, deeper, deeper, farther under the ice.
There are Eskimos up on that ice. They are old, all of them are old and getting older. Age is a disease that is wiping them out. They have no young to redeem them or save them, and they’ve precious time left. They have lured the sharks with the call of flesh. They’ve cut a large hole in the ice, and they say that when they die they will jump into the water and feed the sharks. So the sharks come.
But the Eskimos lie.
They have nets, and they catch the sharks, and using a mystical ceremony of old, they sacrifice the sharks and steal their life’s energy. And the Eskimos are no longer old now, but young. Not only young, but sophisticated and wily. They cast off their coats and like sharks in human skins, they head south to make their way in the new world. Soon they are rich and playing all along the warm, silvery beaches where the luxurious hotels are. They do this for so long that they get fat on their riches.
The sharks remember what was done to their brethren, and they stalk the beaches waiting till the Eskimos forget, and then when they do, the sharks shall enact their revenge, and when they do, those who survive, those leftover Eskimos will now see how soft and fat they’ve become, they will put on their coats and head north and learn to be tough again.
But once there, they will begin to get old, old like a disease, and then they will remember the sharks, they shall remember the ritual. They shall want to be young again …
So the cycle will go on … can you stop this?
No… I can’t stop the cycle… but I’d like to eat Tamara and get her creativity… ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!