He watched a spell-bound little girl,
magically transported
by a purple dinosaur.
It preached love and caring
on the TV screen.
He wondered how she would discover
that the world didn’t always work that way.
He wondered whether the extinct creature
knew the irony it represented.
Ancient creatures
and modern little girls
were the commonality of his life.
The span of the centuries
had not cured him.
Women surrounded him,
tore at the epidermal layers of his being,
caressed his insecurity,
and challenged his ability to live his life,
loving.
He was a Neanderthal,
struggling to survive,
armed with a stick,
traveling through deadly marsh gas
of ancient age,
fearing the monstrous anger
of an unthinking beast.
Could he escape his past?
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