The Old Blog in the Desert

Thag held the piece of flint up to the light as it flowed in through the cave’s entrance. He had spent hours working on his idea until he felt satisfied with its outcome.

Ishbo sat beside him and studied the sharpen point, then stated flatly, “Such a thing will change life as we know it, Thag.”

“No it won’t,” Thag chided, “It is only a tool for hunting – and who does not wish to be a better hunter.”

“True, that is what you are making it for,” Ishbo offered, “But what about someone misusing it – perhaps killing another with it?”