The Immortality Of Rocks #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, this week is 

Plinth the Uneven took in the scene. A girl, pebble-young in white, eyes lowered, nervy; a woman, nicely strata’ed, also in white, talking softly. Sodding devotees, that’s what they are, he thought. A novitiate and her minder. She’ll want to light the bloody candle, too and that wax always played havoc with his fissures, sticking the planes together when they should be easing – gloriously, inevitably – apart as the rain permeated his corporeal magnificence. If it wasn’t for all the wax that had dripped down his flanks over the centuries, he’d be gravel by now, washed to the river and out to sea; by that point he’d be completely granulated, and at peace, in the swish-swosh-swirly currents.

He’d had millennia to ask why. Why him? Why had those stupid, simple minded druids chosen him? He was just an ordinary stone; not exactly a Sarsen, but big enough to stand pretty proud. All the others, granite and grit alike, admired his smooth sides. Back then, the alluvia ground at each other, hoping he’d flake in their direction.

He’d lost a couple of meters to floods and shakes before that little ape appeared. Of all the warm-bloods, these bipeds, with their knowing eyes and chants and pointy tools, were the worst. It was just another day, warmish with a chance of occasional storms later and the sun was warming his top when the nosey little vandal appeared. He took one look at the way the sun reflected back off the sheen of quartz that had just been exposed by another flake and fallen to his knees.

Plinth watched in disbelief as this oaf, this ‘artist’ brought others to look. That was before they started chipping. Chipping! The indignity. After their first efforts the other rocks started calling him ‘Uneven’ because of their ham-fisted carvings. They planted a tree which was all he needed, sheltering him from the rain and absorbing the water table before it could crumble him from below. And then they’d gone.

But relief was short lived. Every two centuries or so another group would find him, swoon and start chipping. Swirls and crosses, spikes and shelves; he had had them all. The candles came, what, five hundred years ago and hadn’t stopped.

Plinth screamed; sadly he screamed at a pitch that the biped’s didn’t register but it caused the nearby limestone to wet itself again and another cliff fall ensued. How bloody long was he going to stay like this?

He let the girl scorch his surface with her clumsy match. It wasn’t her fault but one day she’d be that woman with another clumsy little pyromaniac. He looked up at the sky, at the gathering clouds. He’d have his revenge. Oh yes. One day, one day soon enough they will be a reckoning, he thought. Go on, melt the ice caps, morons. That’s what always happened before the next ice age. Then we’ll see how who’s best equipped to handle all-terrain glaciation. Oh yes. You’ll need a bigger candle then.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at geofflepard.com about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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48 Responses to The Immortality Of Rocks #writephoto

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Oh! Dear Geoff Plinth is having a bad eon! Love the way your mind works! 💜

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  2. tidalscribe says:

    Delightfully different irreverent slant on rocks!

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  3. That’s one way of looking at geology! Made me laugh 🙂

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  4. janmalique says:

    Fabulous! I’ll take better care on my joints through the countryside…

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  5. Sue Vincent says:

    There are always two sides to a tale… poor Plinth 😉

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  6. stevetanham says:

    Reblogged this on Sun in Gemini and commented:
    Sometimes, you just have to… thank you, Geoff. I laughed through two cups of tea.

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  7. stevetanham says:

    Thank you, Geoff. I laughed through two cups of tea…

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  8. Too funny I say as I scramble to look for that bigger candle!

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  9. The angry stone will have his revenge!

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  10. Oh dear, poor piteous, Plinth! 🙂

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  11. GrannyMoon says:

    Reblogged this on GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast.

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  12. Al Lane says:

    How delightfully random!

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  13. Brilliant – from the mouth of Plinth

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  14. Iain Kelly says:

    A tough situation to be stuck in, with no chance of escape. Good fun Geoff.

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  17. noelleg44 says:

    What a wonderful take, Geoff. Only you would write from the stone’s point of view! Bravo!

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  19. KL Caley says:

    This is so random. It’s genius! I loved it. KL ❤

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