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This Stone Gathered No Moss
RWDouble Drabble 2.0.103 | Screech
Today’s random word is Screech(ed); the twist involves an unlikely friendship between a rock and a porcupine.
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It’s challenging to live uniquely, but that’s what happened the day Pablo the pebble grew thorns instead of moss. Unlike the common variety of rocks lining Ethel’s gardenias, Pablo awoke one day with quill-like protrusions and no longer belonged.
He waited patiently for further transformation, but time passed quickly without further change.
The household children didn’t take notice, nor did Ethel. Earthworms squiggled past as neighbouring convertibles screeched by.
At first, Pablo heard only the rustling of autumn leaves, and then came a grunt. The grandest rock he had ever seen was coming toward him, but with beady eyes, legs, and similar protrusions. This was no ordinary stone; this majestic object could walk.
