Short Story Preview: Mcdonald’s at the Menhirs – Josie Arden
Kerstic opened his eyes and looked round the cave. Water was dripping from the roof. Idly, he watched it fall. Drip, drip, drip. It had made a hollow in the earth near where he lay. He reached out and put his fingers into the muddy pool. Then he put his fingers into his mouth. It didn’t taste very nice.
He sat up. The fire his mother had made the night before had gone out and he felt cold. He was hungry now, too. He cried out, but she did not hurry to him, as she usually did. Then, at the far end of the cave, he thought he saw a shadowy movement in the darkness but that couldn’t be Mama. It was too small. Perhaps it was an animal. He cried again, louder, but his voice only echoed round the walls, and he began to feel frightened.
He didn’t like this new place as much as the last one. Their other home, the summer one, had been out in the open – not a cave at all. He had even been allowed to help with the building of it. First, they had dug a lot of earth and made a big hole. They had put stones round the edge, leaving a small gap to get in. Then he and mother had laid a roof of sticks across to finish it off. The other clan members made their houses near by in the same way. He liked all the peep holes in the stones and he used to spy on the grown-ups cooking and making tools and he would watch the sun going down in the valley.
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