Narrative: Cave Man
Given this picture, SM wrote:
The wisps of smoke surrounded him as he climbed the 900 year old rocks more dead than alive. The rusty old stalactites hung above him ready to pierce the life out of him. The water rushed 100 feet below. He was advancing higher and higher. His rusty brown beard was wet with sweat and exhaustion. His big eyes were strong and determined as he climbed higher and higher. He felt uncomfortable. His clothes were stripped and in rags. He was about half way without any troubles at all…
