A Stone’s Throw

Jan 31st, 2013 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

For eons, stones have found their existence tedious at best, cursed by their lack of mobility and sensory organs. Why have a soul if they were doomed to suffer without ever experiencing anything but their own actuality? Their only solace was that they had been blessed with two nemeses, wind and water, against whom they could battle relentlessly.

It all changed when rocks became a unit of measurement. They found themselves hurled hither and thither whenever someone needed to estimate something’s proximity.

Of course rocks had no way of understanding the change. Still, at least they have a purpose now.

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