by Carol A Westbrook
It is 42,000 years ago, somewhere in central Europe. A human hunter treks through the forest, dressed in furs. He is carrying a large pack. Alongside him is his mate, a short, blond Neanderthal woman, and their son, about 8 years old, with features of both.
They reach their destination, a Neanderthal dwelling adjacent to the winder cave.
A man walks out, pleased to see his daughter and her mate, along with their son.
“Greetings and welcome, he said.
“Greetings back to you,” the human says. “I have brought some gifts.”
He presents the two saber-tooth tiger pelts and the large teeth to the Neanderthal man. The man reciprocates by giving him some well-crafted flint tools, a spear tip and a scraper.
“Today, I will show my grandson how to chip flint.”The H. sapiens thanks him. He is anxious to bring this expertise to his tribe. The Neanderthal flints were the finest in the area.
His wife goes off to help her mother cook the food. The Neanderthal man said to the homo sapiens man,
“I’m so glad you took my daughter to mate. It is getting hard to find any of my tribe, and few sons of an age to mate. We have grown scarce as a people.”
He replies,”Thank you, old father. Your daughter is a good wife, she is kind and hard-working and will bear me many children.” Read more »