"The Last Hunt," flash fiction by Alain Gomez

Rain dribbles down his nose as he lays motionless in the tall grass.  He was given the honor of leading the last hunt.  Today he would become a man.  The mammoth herd was grazing not far away.  If he could kill just one of these great beasts, his tribe would have food for the entire winter.

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