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Poetry, poetry

Flash no. Heptapetalous mark II


Forever Words. By CpSingleton © 2017
Pud the Younger/Elder dropped his little piece of chalk and grunted.

He had struggled to draw with it at first. But, the more hunts he drew and celebrations to the seasons he depicted the less the young/old man struggled, as the stone wore down.

When finished, he sat back to study his work, though wasn’t at all satisfied.

Something just didn’t seem right to him. Pud felt like it was missing something essential to the evolution of his group.

He was the fourth generation of his tribe’s illustrators, and even though it was a great honour, Pud felt that he wanted to move on to a different medium of expression. 

The illustrator knew deep inside what he called his kull that there had to a better way to describe the many kinds of hunted animals. Stick depictions that might be an Ugul or may just as easily be a Chata weren’t exact enough for the young/old man.

He’d thought about it many times during the winter nights, when there wasn’t much to do but sleep, think, or make up stories about the shining dots in the sky.

He shot a quick, furtive look over what we now know in English speak as his shoulder. He was glad to see he was still alone. The men, after all, would still be out hunting and the women would be showing the children what ghita could be eaten.

He returned his gaze to the cave wall and carefully scrawled the word ‘UGUL’ underneath the last beast captured.

It sounded majestic to the flappy munkas on each side of his kull.

Pud was certain that such a way of expression would catch on. He, was practically giddy with excitement in what he referred to as his tuum-tuum. He imagined that his new expression would be a part of his tribe’s way of communication for many years to come.

The fury of the tribe’s leader, Goon, when he came back from hunting and saw the scribbles, wasn’t much of a surprise to dear old Pud. The punch to his tuum-tuum and the stamping of his juu-juus did seem a tad over the top, but Goon wasn’t known for his gentle approach to life. Pud had once seen the leader beat another member to death for looking at his woman the wrong way.

Change, sadly, would be beyond Goons thick kull.

It did seem ironic to the illustrator that the little ones were the only members of the tribe who enjoyed his new way. Their inquisitive minds were tickled with the new symbols.

Maybe, before they turned into more Goons, I should keep their interest, he thought: obviously in his own guttural, monosyllabic way. 
And that’s exactly what he did.

Every day, within the pretence of teaching the younglings how to draw, he taught them his secret new script.

Under the cover of winks and whispers the knowledge grew.

Eventually, with the death of Goon and his ilk, the flower of language bloomed. 

Sadly, Pud the Younger/Elder didn’t live to see this, but he did pass back into the earth knowing that it would one day be celebrated and that he had done his best with the short life he’d lived.

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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