Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #19 October 2015 | Page 28

chieftain. His face was painted with white stripes, and
he was wearing at least seven ornate bone necklaces.
Without saying a word, he pointed to an area to his
right where several large pots were sitting on top of
flaming embers.
After the youths
released the Silvers
from the vines that held
them to the stretchers,
they picked them both
up and carried them to
the awaiting pots. As
Lizzy screamed “Shit
no!” the boys ceremoniously slid the Silvers’
bodies into the boiling
oil in preparation for
the Chief’s Day feast.
While Fred and Lizzy bubbled in the oil,
the youths danced like
demons around the pots.
They were chanting “O
le ali’i aso! O le ali’i
aso!” It meant “The
Chief’s Day.”
Lizzy Silver loved her
gold,
But watched her wealth
recede.
She’ll get it back
With methods black
But wind up as “chief
feed.”
The story finished, the Hand carefully turned to a fresh page
and began documenting
the denouement of another sinner.

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