Stacking Stones

Stone Stacking

Nature does a grander job. What we made was mindful.  Besides that wasn’t why we piled stones on top of one another.  We were testing each other’s patience.

I failed the test and let her set the last stone, her crowning glory, on top.  They didn’t fall and so per agreement she left.

I would have told you about the arguments, but I’ve forgotten them.  I only remember where we set those stones.  It was out of the way.  A decade later I came back.  I looked everywhere.

Nature let us take our turn then washed it all away.

Linked to Charli Mills’ July 30th: Flash Fiction Challenge to write a 99-word story using the phrase “her crowning glory”. Although the story mentions “I”, it is not autobiographical.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

23 thoughts on “Stacking Stones”

  1. Loved the story and the pictures. Yes, time erodes our memory, even the bad bits of it. Where did you find those wonderful natural sculptures?

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  9. I love those rock formations! You’d gotten me to think about stacking stones some day with a willingness to enjoy the process and let go of the outcome.

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