Caveman

“Caveman, caveman,” they cried.

Words hurled like wooden spears at soft throats, bouncing off tough hides, but, wincing pain within, as blood rushed to meet the air and gush bright red, steaming against the cold of the air.

Heavy feet trample ferns and feelings, hurt hides under the heady aromas.

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