Mama gaped in horror at the aurochs horns, wider than a man’s stretched arms, and newly plastered-in above the eastern bench. “They’re coming right out of the wall,” she said.
This wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. “A good place for Uncle’s trophy, no?”
With a shake of her head, Mama said, “It’s scary—the wild world, punching through the skin of our home.”
Uncle seized up his spear, laughing, and took a defensive stance. “The wild swaddles us, so we can stand strong.”
Mama never cared for the installation, but it remained, and all the neighbours praised the effect.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. As a word of explanation, this story takes place in Çatalhöyük, the world’s first city, some nine thousand years ago in stone age Turkey. The novel on which I’m working, People of the Bull, is set there.
Subtle undercurrent of forced compromise and a small consolation in the neighbours’ approval. But I’m with Mama.
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The argument was more persuasive in Proto-Indo-European
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Dear Neil,
Hunters must have their trophies. 😉 I live with a deer hunter, so I know this. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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I imagine it would be a tad disconcerting to have them popping out of the wall like that!
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It was the fashion then
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Of course.
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The neighbors didn’t have to live with Uncle’s trophy punching into their homes 🙂
I really like this story. I think it shows us a culture different from our own.
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Thanks so much Linda. Many of the neighbours have aurochs horns as well, but mostly fixed into platforms rather than coming through the walls,
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Funny, how trophy hunters still want their trophies on the walls.
Writing about Çatalhöyük? That’s very ambitious.
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Yes, don’t rub it in. I’ve spend months reading archaeological papers and visiting the site
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Rub, rub. I’m envious that you’ve been there. One day I want to see it too.
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Well, it’s a talking point, and we all need an ice breaker with the neighbours.
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I’m with you on this one, Iain
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Human nature, for better or worse, hasn’t changed much in 9,000 years. I like catching a glimpse of the novel you are working on.
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Thanks so much, Jade. I’m glad you enjoyed the sneak peak
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You’re very welcome.
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What an image you have painted, brilliant
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Thanks so much, Michael
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This is fascinating. The notions of the wilderness ‘punching through the skin’ of their home, and ‘swaddling’ them – those images are lingering in my mind, and I love when that happens. What an interesting setting, for this and for your novel-in-progress.
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Thanks so much, Margaret
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like they say, if it’s not to your liking, change your liking. 🙂
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Thanks for reading
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Oh Neil… this line
“It’s scary—the wild world, punching through the skin of our home.”
Magic! Absolutely love it. And great story. It doesn’t sound like she’ll be happy if the installation stays.
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Thanks so much, Laurie. Nobody knows, of course, why they installed the horns like this, but I’m very taken by this interpretation of the meaning
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Fantastic! Such a creative tale. I see the scene clearly even as unusual as it is!
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Wow! Thanks so much. Clare
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Ah, I did wonder how the story had come from the image – now I know!
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Bringing the outside inside
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Too bad they weren’t the devil’s horns. That would’ve made a damn good trophy.
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Two tons of charging bull ancestor wasn’t bad though
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Maybe hanging on the tent wall would be ok, but I think I stand with Mama on this one. This little story of prehistoric home decorating was fun!
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Horns popping out of the wall wouldn’t be my thing either. I’m with mama with this one 🙂
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It will catch on, you mark my words
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Nothing would surprise me, Neil 😂
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Thanks so much, Michael
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Interesting story. Lots of folks have deer heads mounted on their walls around here. Fortunately I never married a hunter.
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Lots of people there have aurochs horns mounted on their walls. But these particular horns are implanted in the wall as if they were coming through from the outside
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I enjoyed this, thank you. Great imagery.
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Thanks so much, Heather
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Well, at least the neighbors liked it I guess. Poor mama.
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Yeah, poor Mama
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Clearly, Mama is not impressed as she has to live with his mad creation. I am sure the neighbours are only being polite.
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Oh no. Installed aurochs horns were all the rage 9,000 years ago
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Oh, how decor has changed these days.
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He is certainly proud. It was nice of Mama to leave them there.
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It’s somewhere to hang your coat
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Coming through the wall; now that’s what I call making a statement
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Absolutely. 2 metres of horn
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It was ever thus then… never in my house though.
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Who doesn’t like an aurochs horn installation?
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So were they hunter-gatherers?
These paintings can be rather thrilling when one thinks how they survived all these centuries.
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They had domesticated grain, sheep and goats, but chose not to domesticate cattle for the pleasure of the hunt
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I’ve always thought such trophies were gross and perverse. Maybe 9,000 years ago, it was different. Back then, hunting was an actual fight for survival, both in term of eating and prey that had a fighting chance to come out the victor.
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Certainly an aurochs was nothing to be trifled with
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