A Boy Appears

Some fiction.

The view from within a cave.

Night again, and he is in the den, the cave, having hiked down to Mrs. Rickets, his hairy body covered in a civilian suit, and climbed back with the heavy flats of canned goods strapped to his back. When he returned in the afternoon, he ate, then perused the woods, finding berries, finding kindling, finding nettles. Now he sits on the rock at late dusk, the horizon a sweet, smoothly blended gray/blue/white color, the color…