Thag's Day Out
Submission for IronAge Media's prompt "The Duel."
Thag was hooting and growling in delight at the painting before him. Being a caveman who had been shot several thousand years into the future inexplicably, he had never seen anything like it before. He pointed with his club to the passers by at the painting. At first he had been scared of the large, strangely clad people, but soon he got over his fears.
The painting was of two gentleman dueling. Thag had no idea what was going on in the oil painting. He didn’t know what the sabers where, or their clothes, or anything about it. All Thag knew was that he liked it.
Then he ran about, howling, tearing through the museum, hooting and waving his club about as he went. No one had any idea how he got in, but somehow, he didn’t break anything. After about twenty minutes, Thag found an exit and smashed his way out. Blinking in the sunlight, something he was familiar with, he began to run rampant through the city, alternatively howling in excitement and cowering in fear at ordinary things.
Once the cops got called about a psycho man on the loose, things got, if possibly, even more chaotic. He never seemed to stay in one place, always running. Soon most police units in the city were after him, though Thag was unaware. After an hour or two, more than just the authorities were after him, hunters and others were in on the chase, hoping to be the one to catch bigfoot1 alive.
However, everyone on earth were to be left wondering what happened to Thag, as he was zipped off again. This time, it was to a Martian colony on the moon a million years before Thag’s time. Back on earth, people searched and searched, wondering what happened and where he went, since no one had seen him disappear. Searches were made, but they were all in vain.
Being an advanced race, the Martians were able to make contact with Thag and taught him many, many things that would have benefited humanity in the future if he had understood what they were talking about. After a period of several days, he was traversing time, having learned to how manipulate this gift of his. Days later, he returned to his own time.
Thag had fond memories of what had happened and the Martians. He told his next cave neighbors, and anyone who will listen to him grunt, howl, and hoot, about what happened. It had been exciting, but he was happy to be home. However, once a year, he would travel through time to visit the Martians who had become his great friends.
The End,
God bless
An original take on the prompt. A multiverse traveling caveman. I enjoyed it alot.