June 11, 2015: Jawbones

He rubbed his jaw.
Thinking.

The land was dark.

His brothers ate by the dwindling fire.

The land was dark.
The sun traveled too fast.
He rubbed his jaw in thought.

They tied flax into ropes by the dwindling fire.
They ran through the land, hiding in the shadows.
The sun traveled too fast.
They needed the element of surprise.

He rubbed his jaw in thought.
The sun woke up and found itself trapped in a net.

He hit the sun.
The light twinkled.
He pleaded for more daylight.

The sun rose slowly, keeping an eye on the man.

Each day it rose slowly, scanning the land for the man and his brothers.
The man rubbed his jaw and thought.
He smiled as the days became longer.

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