I was surprised the scientists needed someone who spoke such a rare dialect of Inuktut, but I answered their call anyway. I needed the money they offered in return.
They took me to a chilly room and showed me the woman curled within a block of ice. “She’s been buried under the snow for thousands of years,” the pale-face science man explained. “Today we can wake her.”
So they thawed the nomadic woman, brought her back to life, and showed me to her side.
Scared, she asked, “What spirit saved me?”
Industrialization? I couldn’t say that. So I answered, “Yours.”
This was written in response to the Carrot Ranch “Interim Write” while Charli’s computer was on the fritz. Sure, it’s a wee bit late, but what’s that going to matter?
Have a great day, y’all!