Arm circle air-place. Fear.Boy no fear. Gay sex Face making rain? Shy? It made so many sounds. Never in crowd. Words for each exchanged. Boy’s mind alerted. Grabbed his goood and the other. Gnar sat. Point finger.Burnt tree. Fifty-thousand BCE’s not fucking possible. Every person like Boy. Anxiety. Seeds. His strong arms.Hunnngh?Air-place wet.Confusion. Gray-eye calm people.* * * *The village people, thanks to leader Gray-eye, agreed to let the two guests sleep nearby. Sky noise. Other sentences followed, none more favored by his thought.Wherever they wandered, Boy made a lean-to, eventually with help from Gnar. Strips tied sharp rock and stick. Dig. he bolted on his fours. The odor – the most wonderful ever – crept in Gnar’s nostrils. B-boy stretched. Wet. Crops! Before he knew what was happening, the lips touched his face.It wanted to eat him? Villagers tolerated him, though, even calling him by name and sometimes “man,” which he liked. Gnar showed his teeth when sounding his Gnarrr as he killed food.The thing’s teeth were covered by lips which neared his face alarmingly. Chewed meat in small bites.Finished, the thing showed its teeth – not as a threat.
