Dark Skies
under the
Blue Sun


Beilin Xu

The unexpected storm proved to be the first in a string of strange occurrences in the woods. The lotus begin to bloom, glowing white-hot as its petals opened in the following days. After the silt had settled, the tribe had found that the pond water was clear enough to drink from. Small brown mushrooms begin sprouting around the edges of the pond. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that not only were they edible, but they were also fragrant, releasing an exquisite umami flavor after roasting over a fire.

This period of relative peace and abundance was unfortunately short-lived. It was the last week of spring, when the tribe had begun preparing for the summer harvest. Some weaved baskets, while others fashioned blades and made jars. After a full day’s work, the tribe’s children gathered at dusk to play one of the oldest games known to mankind—hide and seek. No hiding spots were off-limits, except the main storehouse: a cavernous room carved out of the trunk of one of the largest trees. This rule’s only function was to prevent children from playing in the storehouse, which was usually full of the most precious and fragile fruits. However, this was one of the rare times that it stood empty. It had recently been cleaned out in anticipation of the plentiful summer harvest. Simon, the youngest fruit-picker, was quick to take advantage of this exception.

Simon bid his time. Before long, it was just him and the seeker who remained in the clearing around which their hammocks hung. He looked around quickly to make sure that everyone else had already ran to their favorite hiding spots. Now, he could finally put his plan into action.