Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt this week is
‘Oh hi, I didn’t see you there. Is it ok to lie here for a bit?’
‘Sure. In a world of your own, are you?’
‘Yes, sorry. Things have been a bit, well, rocky.’
‘They usually are. For lumps like you.’
‘I’m not the first?’
‘Hardly.’
‘Have you been here long?’
‘At the last count? Maybe ten millennia, give or take a few eons.’
‘Wow! You are old. Makes me feel positively molten. What are you?’
‘A zircon.’
‘My mum talks about zircons. You’re, like, a billion or so.’
‘Four point…’
‘This is so cool.’
‘Is it? Are you here for the view? The sea air?’
‘I’m… Can I ask you a question?’
‘Of course.’
‘You see, I’m just a bit of granite…’
‘Yes, I can see.’
‘I’ve barely set…’
‘So you said.’
‘I’m having issues…’
‘No one takes you seriously?’
‘Exactly. They think I’m a flake. Just good for chippings.’
‘Girl stones?’
‘That’s it! It’s a bummer. No self-respecting girl slab so much as granulates near me. I’m getting pretty desperate.’
‘You need to give it time.’
‘Do you know how awful that sounds? I mean we’re not talking a couple of weeks mooching about, grinding a few pebbles into sand, are we?’
‘Well, no but if the alternative is self-gravellation…’
‘How did you know I wanted to smithereen myself?’
‘I’ve heard it before, son, many times. Why do you think I’m here, near these cliffs? If you add up the number of rocks I’ve persuaded not to avalanche you could make your own planet.’
‘So what do I do? How do I get some shiny piece of quartz to give me the time of day?’
‘You need a feature.’
‘Like an outcrop?’
‘Well, yes, but more, erm, artificial.’
‘Seriously? I should get a carving?’
‘Believe me, it works. Here, roll me over.’
‘Wow? What is it?’
‘Hieroglyphics. Something about oxen and the moon. The point is if you tumble about in front of some smooth piece of crystalline crumpet and all you’ve got to show for it are a couple of crevasses and some novelty lichen, she’ll go all bedrock on you. But offer up a line of Chinese characters or, better still, some gaudy graffito and she’ll be phosphorescing for decades.’
‘Really?’
‘Really. Now why don’t you roll over there and let that sediment come and have a chat.’
‘Sure. And thanks.’
‘No problem. Hi, how are you?’
‘You don’t want to know.’
‘I do. Tell me about it’
‘I’ve been stuck in this depression for ages…’
An excellent identification with the rocks and great play with words, especially the last line
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Thank you. Though the mental health of our rock population is a worry generally.
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:0
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I’m tol that the first few gigayears are the worst…
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Love your take here His Geoffleship!
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It’s time those rocks rolled out of the closet
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Who knew rocks could be ‘In The Closet’ too!!!
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A big one with reinforced floors…
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They’d have to be with rocks that ⬆ size!
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😀 Thanks for the funny wordplay!
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Lots of fun.
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I think rock counsellors don’t get the recognition they deserve. Without their efforts we’d have far too much rock and roll….
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You have given me another laugh.
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All part of the service, Ma’am!
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Very funny, Geoffle.
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Funny? And there’s me aiming for the dramatic…
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We’re not getting a bit precious are we? Over-sensitive. You know crying into your keyboard isn’t good for your health.
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I’m a weak and feeble x-y cocktail of nonsense…
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This was very amusing, Geoff.
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Always grand if I raise a smile or two
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How do you think these things up Geoff, I saw fallen angels and you saw suicidal rocks and Samaritan boulders!
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Natch…
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I am not worthy 🌹
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I love your train of thought! Hope all went all with this issue, sigh, poor rock.
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I know. One fears for and early crumbling..
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The Universe can be a harsh place sometimes.
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What do you call a rock with a seagull on his head… Cliff. Worrying times… sorry that’s reads rather like I’ve ingested a hallucinogen with my porridge…
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😅 This is surely an indication that the Apocalypse approaches…
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Clearly something is in the air
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It appears so. The veils between the worlds appear to be ripping easily like cheap tissue paper.; never believe the ads, they promise so much.
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Ha yes, spot on…
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“If you add up the number of rocks I’ve persuaded not to avalanche you could make your own planet.’” My favorite line! Great job!
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Thanks Roger. I suspect galaxies have been formed with less care…
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A Petrological counsellor 😀
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Ah now that is a word to roll around the tongue, realise you’ve accidentally tied it to your oesophagus and trebuchetted your larynx into your nose. The harm of the polysyllabic projectile can do…
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Rock on Geoff (someone had to say it!)
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True… sigh……..
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Hilarious! I love your sense of humour.
I don’t know why, because yours is just funny (or did I miss something?), but you flash reminded me of ‘Us’ by David Nicholls, which I’m now reading, the narrator is so funny and yet so poignant.
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I don’t know Us so I’ll look it out. Thanks for the idea Lucy
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