“Hell.” Owe whirled.


It was his final word, after a lifetime spent saying so much. The bolt spun him into the chalkboard, white dust billowing in the sunlight. As he slumped to the ground, his gaze settled in my general direction.

We all watched, in silence and anticipation, as the professor breathed his last. Owen T. Lenga, PhD: known to students as “Owe,” and to the world as the famed anthropology icon.

The only one not transfixed, waiting anxiously for something, anything, to happen next, was the 12-year-old girl with the atlatl – an ancient throwing weapon – standing next to me in the isle. Our eyes meet.



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