The cold night
The fire was blazing, Oggo threw in another stick. Not much firewood i thought. Hope it will last until tomorrow. Not much food either.
Oggo took a burnt stick. He placed his hand on the wall drew his hand by tracing the charcoal along the lines of his fingers.
He then came close to me, and i figured he’s got the beast with two backs on his mind, but i was wrong. He took my hand and pulled me over to the wall, where his hand was. He then took mine, and placed it over his drawing. With new half-burned twig, he traced the lines of my hand, moving between the fingers. The rock felt cold but his dirty hand was warm.
He smiled in satisfaction after it was done and i removed my hand from the wall.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s something I’ve been wanting to do all day. It drove me crazy thinking about it..”
“You should not let your mind stray like that outside..”
“I know, i know...dangerous... But i couldn’t help it. And after i came back with the antelope.. Busy...only now we both had the time...”
“Ok, ok...got it...but what is it supposed to be?”
“well...I’m not sure. But we have my hand.. My fingers..and your hand and fingers over them...it is now part if the wall..everytime we come in, we can see it...”
“Yes...i think we should do more of these... I think I’m going to call it kissing”
"Oggo, you're so crazy.."
"Tell me that you don't like it. I dare you"
I said nothing. It did look. Funny how a smudge of coal on the wall could mean more, after you talk about it.
After that, we did the beast with two backs, but somehow it was different...very..