Day 25: matriarch
100 words for 100 days
Day 25: matriarch (original fiction)
She stood tall and proud above the herd of her daughters and their daughters. The juveniles frolicked between her feet, playing in the cool mud at the edge of the waterhole, and occasionally she caressed one of them, touching their trunk with hers.
She knew every member of her group intimately, by sight, by touch, by smell. She knew the members of the other groups as well. She was ancient and wise, and she’d seen many come and go. She remembered the living and the dead. Too many dead.
She was the matriarch of matriarchs, and an elephant never forgets.
~100 words~