Stolen Specs!

    We didn’t take part in the murder. Last night, they were acting––no, they were––savages. But, I wasn’t there and neither was Ralph. He is clutching the conch, and with a cynical laughter he confesses he was part of a murder. But no, we weren’t. We were outside the circle, and it was all just an accident, it wasn’t our fault.

I ask Samneric about it, they are ashamed and wary, at least they seem to be, but they say that they left early.

I never want to give up on civilization. It’s the only way out––we cannot become savages, we must keep our heads clear of such thoughts and focus, just focus.

            Jack’s tribe attacked us at night. They beat Ralph badly and he doesn’t understand why––both of us would’ve agreed to let him take fire––but I know the reasoning behind his actions. He wanted more than the fire––he wanted the power to make fire and leave us without it. That’s why he stole my glasses. What has become of us?