This is a short story that exaggerates the separation between introvert and extrovert human beings. It is about a tribe that shuns the thinkers, the artists and the reserved among themselves, and hunt them and feast on them.
They dropped their wet knives in the grass and ran fast, barefoot, into the fading sunlight. I watched them go with a lump in my throat. I stood upon the hill until their small silhouettes faded in the distance, then I crumbled on the cold grass and