chadmblanton01
07-10-2015, 02:40 PM
As the rock bounced another three or four feet ahead, Charlotte realized that her life meant very little. It wasn’t that she was depressed or even having a bad day, it was just that she understood that the same rock had probably been kicked thousands of times before. She wondered how many other kids had kicked that rock. How far had it traveled? Did it grow up on Pinehurst Avenue just like Charlotte or was it born somewhere else? Charlotte remembered her science teacher talking about heat and lava and how many of today’s rocks were formed millions of years ago. That thought brought a tear to her eye. Was it once a boulder? Had it been kicked and thrown so many times that the now small pebble was all that remained? How many countries had it seen? Is it possible that it was once a passenger in the front pocket of the dress of another little girl? Was it attached to a ring or a necklace while she and her family immigrated to this country? She pondered the unlimited possibilities and wondered about the potential cataclysmic events that led this little pebble to land at 1801 Pinehurst Avenue. She was finally tired of kicking it. She realized that it had traveled enough miles in its lifetime. She walked to the rock and picked it up. She picked it up gently in the same way that she had lifted her pet rabbit from its cage out back. She delicately caressed it. She loved the rock with all her heart. At that moment, she heard a voice in the background but her thoughts were still with the journey of the rock. She tried to block out the noises but they were becoming deafening. When she finally turned around, the small pebble fell through her fingers. It had to, for she had just been tackled by a 300-pound man named Ronald. Big Ron was an orderly at the Pinehurst Insane Asylum and he had just been hit on the side of the head by a rock. While coming out of his hazy state, Ronald heard Clarence say, “I told you to call me Charlotte, mother****er!” For the next two days, Clarence was in solitary confinement. He wasn’t allowed to bring the rock.