Cool marble and granite stones shaped smooth by a master's hand. Just cool enough to sit on during a hot day. Just smooth enough to sit on and not tear the soft shifting fabric. Something so expensive all to decorate a small well. All stones over time could be this smooth.
People are like rocks; with enough pressure and the right elements they could turn into diamonds or other precious stones. However, the wrong materials or too much pressure and they break like chalk or mica.
People need time to determine what they are. Are they the stuff of precious materials or are they bound to break? What are you?
And if we know what someone is made of and what they might or probably will become, do we treat them any different?
What are the odds that a lump of carbon will become a diamond?
What are the odds of a person? Could they be more than a statistical point if we gave them more of their needs?
What if people are more than the elements that make them, an incalculable odd that is overwhelming confusing but the most necessary to help the world move?
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Short Stories
General FictionThese are just short stories that I wrote. Most of them center around people who talk to me and I base many of the stories off their experiences. copyright 2021
