Notes: For primeval100: challenge 314: History. Part of Man’s Best Friend series – Previous parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 & 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25
It always happened to him, Connor thought miserably. From the very beginning, it had always been him. He was habitually the one who got chased, attacked, knocked down and dirtied.
He’d hit the ground as the pteranodon came barrelling out of the drainage tunnel, squawking angrily, heading straight for him. It took off, flying over him and straight back into the anomaly as Connor got to his feet and attempted to brush the dirt off him. All it accomplished was to smear it around. His clothes were gritty with sand and he smelled like seaweed.
He was tired of it.