Stones – by ROB TRUE

Stones

Sat there on a grass roller, focusing on the stones as a cool summer breeze played with his hair, he knew this game had a meaning.  At six years old he was a deep thinker.  There was some kind of magic here, he could tell.  He rolled another pebble onto the chalk grid and wondered why he did it.  It hit a flint and knocked it from one square to another, changing the whole mystery somehow.  It was all very serene, but he felt a darkness about it lurking just out of sight.  The stones lay there on the grid in an accidental pattern that had so much unknown significance, he ached to understand it.

A noise broke his attention and he looked up.  Instead of the garden he had just been sitting in, were the walls of a room indoors.  The creaking sound that had disturbed his strange game continued as a hole opened in the wall to his right like a small sliding door.  He froze with fright as a lizard crawled from the opening and fell to the floor.  Staring at the creature in disbelief, he let out a small whimper when more holes opened one after another, each with a different reptile emerging from the walls all around him.  He heard himself scream from far away and realised that he was running.  At the doorway a snake flew out from the left striking at the neck, but missed as he fell across the threshold.

Finding his mother in the kitchen washing dishes, he tried to explain in a panicky muddle.  Of course she didn’t believe him, although she was very sympathetic, “It’s not real darling, you just have an overactive imagination,” she cooed as beautiful bubbles fell gently around her.  “Look mummy, there’s bubbles.”  She watched him looking around at nothing, mesmerised, “There aren’t any bubbles darling.”  Tears rolled down his cheeks as he knew she really couldn’t see them, but they were there.  He watched them flow left and then right on a breeze.

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Rob True was born in London 1971. He left school with no qualifications, dyslexic and mad, in a world he didn’t fit into. He got lost in an abyss, was sectioned twice and spent the best part of a decade on another planet. He returned to earth just in time for the new millennium, found a way to get on in life, married a beautiful girl and lived happily ever after. She taught him how to use paragraphs and punctuation and his writing has been a bit better ever since. Find him on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/robjtrue

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