Parent Island: Single Parent Island
From adventures in new parenting:
My Research Partner has been invited to an academic symposium in Indianapolis, certain to be wined and dined while sharing the results of our expedition to Parent Island. As a result, this also means I have been pressed into a new and not wholly desirable research expedition of my own.
I have been sent, albeit temporarily, to Single Parent Island.
This is a terrifying destination. I could see the island appear through the mist as I approached—a seemingly innocuous, almost familiar place… but such is how all nightmares often begin.
The dwellers here, as I understand, are more fearsome barbarians than anything I’ve encountered before. A Little Lord rules this island as well, only a much larger, louder version. His minions include an aging, prehistoric hound, useful as the Lord’s chair/stepladder; and a wary feline, which eyes everything with scorn and suspicion.
I had not even begun to set up camp when I was set upon by all three. Rather carelessly, I revealed my precious food supply to them—fried rice, the last of the cherished hot food that I had brought in with me from the mainland of society. The Little Lord grabbed for it at once, stealing vast, grubby handfuls before spearing choice pieces of meat on the end of a fork, waving them around cruelly before feeding them directly to the hound. Before my eyes, I watched my dinner scattered and ruined.
The inhabitants here are feral, frantic scavengers. I fear for my safety, and grow desperate by the hour for the return of my Research Partner.
She is returning, isn’t she?