A Neanderthal Story
Or, transliterated.
Below is an extract from my unpublished Neanderthal near-future SF novel ‘Uncanny,’ in which I try to transliterate non-compositional Neanderthal speech. What do you think it describes?
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Cold white
Dark cold
Red warm
Hands
Birds sing above
Fire hot meat crackle
Meat smell
Belly gnaw
Eat
Happy
Sleep fire warm
Sister snore twitch
Life eyes watch ears hear
Wake
Noise fear
