Stones

Aug 26, 2012 22:34


The child wandered, exploring the back garden of his new home. It was big, much bigger than the little concrete yard they'd had in the city. He ran around, excited. The flower beds, the pond, the grass, all different sounds and smells and textures to what he was used to. He came to a pile of stones that was half as tall as him. Picking up the top ( Read more... )

short story, fiction

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alex_rydal November 8 2012, 15:51:19 UTC
Hehehe... See, my first instinct was to delete the obvious spam, but it's kinda funny. I might just leave it there.

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