‘These rocks are incredible…’
‘That woman’s talking to them.’
‘They were made from molten lava…’
‘Do you think she’s dangerous?’
‘Are you listening, Morgan?’
‘Aunt Maisie talked to her knitting. She’s bonkers.’
‘Forget the knitting. This is an agate, and…
‘Colin Airplane talked to his shoes.’
‘His shoes?’
‘He said it kept them pointing in the right direction.’
‘It doesn’t follow that he’s potty.’
‘Prince Charles talks to his trees.’
‘Ok, he’s the exception that proves the rule. Anyway I’d say she’s very sane, talking to her rocks.’
‘How’s that?’
‘Well, it stopped you talking to her, didn’t it?’
This was written in response to this week’s #carrotranch prompt
August 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about molten lava. It can be real-time, such as a volcanic event or the result of one in the geologic timeline. Or, think about making the prompt into a metaphor of heat. What is so hot? Go where the prompt leads!
I talk to my plants but they die anyway!
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You don’t think there’s a link?
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I talk to my teddy bears and they actually talk back 😃💜🤣💜
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That is both worrisome and encouraging
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It’s good to be two things at once 🤣😜
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It’s like emotional multitasking.
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Well, I like that sounds like I should at that to my CV ….if I had one.
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Are they…. there?
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Oh now I don’t want to give away any secrets…
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To keep track of all the rocks, you gotta sort ’em somehow! Talking keeps the tourists at a safe distance, so I hear. I think these two are near. UP is big, though, lots of rock-nuts.
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Well, they have as much of a sense of direction as a drunk compass so who knows where they’ll end up next….
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