Relentlessly, a narrative as old as time drives forward to a climax as old as man--and points a finger as grim as Death.
t day he crouched and waited and watched, as the sun's work was done; that great bright orb, his ally; he had known times when it was beneficent and times when it was cruel, but now in his need Gral's thoughts were kindly.
Soon it became as if his own kind thoughts and the sun's hot strength were one. The thing-that-prodded now was different, now it outpoured, gracious to meet his need. He could not have known that this was prayer! And so, by degree and small degree Gral saw the sinews grasp and tighten.
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Not until the sun was low, at valley's Far End, did he dare reach out and take his shaft and put it to test. But already he knew! The stone held, and it held, and would continue to hold after many tries. He had fashioned a thing and it was wondrous--his own sole possession--a weapon beyond anything the valley-people had dreamed of--and it was his alone.
A stirring of vague alarm made him pause. He growled deep. The thing-that-prodded churned in a new way, a cunning way, and o
A speculative story on the development of stone axes at the time of throwing rocks and poking sticks, somewhat similar to the movie Quest for Fire. The characters are all cavemen, the cavewomen and cavechildren only show up to be killed. There's not much plot, and the focus shifts from one knuckle-dragging character to the next.
It's not a bad story, just nothing special. To the author's credit, dinosaurs do not coexist with men.