By Doug Long
Date: 4 April 2000

The Fool Who Invented Kissing

     He clubbed her and dragged her off to the cave.
     
     She hated him.
     
     He washed her face, untied her, and gave her the

last meat from the fire. 
     
     That was better.
     
     Hungry himself, he licked her greasy fingers, then
 
her face. His lips brushed hers, paused, touched again.
     
     Tomorrow, he would kill meat for her.