Joe Caveman and the Origin of Religion
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Well, I didn’t get raped. God, I was sure I was going to be. And it was my own damn fault. When I saw Hugo start weeping after it finally sank in that everything and everyone he ever knew was gone for millennia I just went over to give him comfort. And then he hugged me, and I smelled that lovely smell of his again and, well ... I kissed him. Right on the mouth. Then he grabbed me really hard—he’s terribly strong—and started groping my crotch. I did the only thing I could think of, I...
I guess Irving was right, I still have some fire in me after all. It’s a thirty-thousand-year-old injustice, give or take, but Hugo’s story gets me worked up anyway, just like the other injustices I read about in school—Dreyfus, Sacco and Vanzetti, the Rosenbergs, McCarthy’s victims, on and on. That’s what I went into criminal law for, I remind myself. I’m even working out strategies in my mind for defending Hugo’s poor stutterer before I shake myself out of it. And it took a caveman to...
(Spring through Summer of Year One) Over the next several days my cave dwelling friends and I did a little dance around each other. It went a bit like this. Every morning nice and early, I'd spend some time dialing in the scope on a new rifle, and then head over to the meadow. A good long mile is distance enough that the game as a rule weren't too scared off by my banging away for sighting in. I'd settle in, in a good spot in a tree, munch on a little of an MRE or some of my own jerky,...
(Spring Year Two) Spring announced its arrival with the crackling of our frozen stream and the reappearance of tiny buds poking out of the snowy soil. The girls and I had been cooped up for far too long, and we all felt a rush of spring fever. Although it made no sense at all, one day we all trooped down to the river and had a cold water bath. It was like we were washing the old winter away along with the filth and tight quarters. It was also cold as hell, and didn't last long at all until...
(The Summer of Year Two) I'd wandered up and down the river many times before I chose the location of my wall. As the stream came down from the North it headed West toward the compound inner wall, then turned and flowed back South-East. It was at this bend that the terrain dropped a few feet in a series of three rills. Each small drop wasn't more than three or four feet, but when taken together, the river dropped at least ten feet as it made that turn. Twenty feet further back from the top...
(Harvest to Mid-Autumn of Year Two) After a few moments of milling about, the entire family sat down around the big communal fire pit I'd built the prior year. There were the three of my wives, DeadAndBack, and the six camp women that I considered my immediate family. Joining us was the entire crowd from the old cave, Wrinkled and Seeks, the hunters, the women and kids from the invader family, as well as the kids from the old cave. All in all, we had over thirty people at the fire. As...
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I do not know how I have come to this place, but it is surely not the place of our people. It is a place of strange things and strange ways and a strange manner of speech and nothing familiar at all. The woman is strange, too. She is older like me, and thin; I think it may be that there is no food, or not much. Yet she has given me rich broth, full with flavor, and more again. I remember she took none herself. Does she give me her food and go hungry? Why would she do this for one she does...