A Modern Family

In what resembled the death of the last embers in the blackened pit, sunrise fought the trained and majestic darkness. The catching rays of light splashed rocks, licked grass and warmed the primordial sod, and with a gentle caress, two feet topped with bulbous toes flickered awake. The clapping tree branches entertained the young master whose parents, both male and female, drank slumber for moments more. He was awake. The world was entranced by his softened face and bright eyes.

The crack of twigs fallen from the happy trees enabled the fire. The male was awake and squatted in front of the black pit lined with rounded stones. His brown hands worked with surety. He made a fine fire as he did before, and with the wind living in his lungs he felt his life scurry around his head, heart and loins. The female watched him from her reclined behavior. She trained herself to study his movements, his nostrils, spine and beads of sweat slipping past the shoulder blades. He didn’t notice her. The fire was his entrance into the day and he bolstered his movements to see it done.

The little child stumbled around in a regular tromp. His hands reached for flurries of dust and spindled webs that fluttered about him in the fresh air. The female didn’t look on him for her eyes spied the stumpy fingers and narrowed head of the male who worked before her. Her yawn was delicate at one time. Now her head flung back, and her jaw tore open into a menacing strain. The male didn’t notice this change in her. He finished his fire and looked around towards his stubby toed child. Most dwellings are hidden in caves or canvassed in a forage of the tree line, but this spread was hewn in the rocky crags above a high overlook. The trail downward took a careful navigation and one wrong step would lead to heavy conclusions.

The boy stubbed his way to the impending edge with a flurry of excitement. In a rage, the male scattered himself to the edge and stole his boy away in his arms. The protective father tickled his boy’s fat belly and the two returned to the beginning where he deposited him with the female. With a swift grab of a stick, the male tore away from their sight, slipping up the thick boulder beyond. The female looked on with piercing eyes as he blazed his trail, never looking down at the child.

As the heat from the pounding sun reached its moment of hardship, the male returned. He dropped a few tied hare carcasses near the snuffed fire pit and looked about. The site of the female reclining put his blood to dance. The male looked about for his child but saw no sign. He paced the rocky flat to trace his pattering. With a horrid brow he turned to the woman. She was standing tall. Her hair wrapped her shoulders and slipped beyond her swollen chest, and with a strong hand she pointed beyond him. He turned around with haste and looked beyond the edge. The shades of grey slipped down the expanse all the way to the vivid offering of red.

With only haste, the male tore his garb and ran at the female. Her eyes finally lit up bright. He shielded his eyes from looking into hers as he hoisted her high above himself. Her pounding upon his head continued until his final release of her. He watched her until she was swallowed in grey. The male stood back and scratched his narrowed head until he remembered his catch of the day.

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