![]() ![]() Today smells different, like the cusp of summer. I drop the stone into my pocket and breathe in the perfumed air rising from the magnolias that flank the street. ![]() Nothing dramatic, just saying goodbye to my teachers and high-fiving my mates going to St. The gabbro’s subtle weight increases as I tell it all the crap that happened today, my last day of intermediate school. I squat to pick up the grey-black stone, jumping when a fresh raindrop slides across it and splashes onto my wrist. ![]() Today’s is a small trapezium of coarse-grained gabbro that’s spilling through the fence of our neighbor’s yard. This is the story of how I became a rock. This is the story of how my home breaks and is rebuilt. This publication may not be reproduced without prior permission of the copyright owner of this book.Īll the characters in this book are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Contact at Buerogemeinschaft ATP24, Am Treptower Park 24, 12435 Berlin, GermanyĪll rights reserved. ![]()
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