This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features stone-stacking. How does the activity fit into a story? Who is involved? What is the tone? Do the stones have special meaning? Go where the prompt leads!
I tried all week to find a fitting ending to my story beginning but couldn’t get anything I was hoping for to fit. I have ended up with ninety-nine though, so I hope it works, at least a little.
Active children were everywhere — throwing, skipping, climbing, swinging, laughing, playing. But over in the garden, on the gravel path, one child was stacking stones.
“What’s he doing?” a visiting teacher asked.
“Jack? Counting stones. He’s been doing it for days now. At the end of playtime, he tells me how many he stacked.”
His teacher shrugged. “He likes counting, I guess.”
“Is he okay, I mean, you know —”
“Oh, yes. He’s completely fine. He just wants to see how high he can count.”
“How high has he got?”
“How far does he want to get?”
Thank you for reading. I appreciate your feedback. Please share your thoughts.
Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Memorials, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.