Obsidian

Author David J. Hawkes

Following his father across the meadow, Bill wondered what he was going to show him. As they walked slowly along the banks of the gurgling stream, his father knelt and brushed up the ground with his hand.

"Come look at this, Bill."

Stepping next to where his father was, Bill looked at the ground. He saw a handful of black, glossy flakes of rocks.

"Isn't it flint?" Bill asked with awe in his voice.

"It's proper name is obsidian," his father answered. "When an Indian wanted to make an arrow point, he would us an antler point in one hand and a piece of buckskin in the other to protect his hand. Then he would flake off the obsidian and make whatever he wanted."

Kneeling next to his father, Bill picked up several obsidian chips. "How do you know all of this?" he asked.

Obsidian, is a captivating tale of parallel lives, it is the story of heartache and love, war and peace, richly woven between the past and present.