Ogg smart. Ogg made dead wood make warmth. Red tongues keep cold and wolves away. Ogg’s soul warm too when can’t see black empty in sky. This hard to articulate. Hot bright light enlighten dark cave of no purpose inside Ogg. Ogg the Clever. Ogg try to get closer. Ouch!
Jamie is a PhD student in Scotland.
He woke, swaddled in mammoth fur. Where she? Fire stoked, he rushed to cave’s gaping hole.
Footsteps in snow. Shivering, he saw her below. What Woman doing?
He snorted: “Hey! ME hunter! YOU gatherer.”
Her club swinging over dead beast, she retorted: “He standing on stuff me wanted to gather!”
L.S. Sharrow has been a storyteller most of her life, and has had pieces published in The Chicago Renaissance Court 2012 Anthology, as well as several fiction websites. She lives in Chicago, where she is currently working on a collection of short stories.
Klug the caveman grunted happily. Yes, he thought. I’ve got it!
The sand in front of him was littered with physics equations, signifying a lifetime of theoretical contemplation. He’d discovered the mathematical basis of both teleportation and time travel!
Now he just needed a few millenia to invent the equipment.
This story was based on a title suggested by @abapicalTaenia, through his preorder of Feel-Good.