image: CK
Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy.
“I forbid you,” her father had said.
“And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.”
“No, because I approved of that man.”
“Wedded, bedded and two children with him.”
“And all three died in the same rockfall. And so you come running home to us.”
“You are my family.”
“And I refuse this alliance.”
“Why? Is it his hair? That he’s different to us?”
“It’s because he’s a troglodyte. CAVE DWELLER!”
95 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Troglodyte
crispina kemp 
Parents are so judgmental… wonderful take.
Funny, I’m doing mine today, too 😉
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🙂 I had visions of homo sapiens meet homo neandertalensis
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😀
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There’s always some kind of prejudice lurking beneath the surface 🙂
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As I’ve just remarked to Dale, in my mind was homo sapiens meet homo neandertalensis. We know (because of DNA studies) that they did mate
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Loved this take, Crispina – you know I love prehistory, and this is just the sort of conversation I could imagine taking place. 🙂
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I was thinking of Jean Auel’s book, Clan of the Cave Bear
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That very same thought crossed my mind too! 🙂
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Is it great minds… or the fact we’ve both read the books?
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