#181 – The Tale of a Shattered Rock

Rocks cannot leap. They can fall.

One moment, they are spinning through the air, so light and unbound, descending for long enough to show you every shade of their mesmerising surfaces. And the next, they shatter with the most heinous of sounds, the force of the boulders below splitting them apart, separating them into smaller pieces. Fragments they called them. Some fragments hit the jagged walls of the cliffs in a chorus of miniature thuds while other fragments are flung out and over the water, landing with the dance of one thousand splashes. Then, they sink. The darkness of the water enveloping them and sucking them under forever.

My heart. My heart is a rock.

My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.


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