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Children of the Stones 
by Suzanne Madron 

I think about the old rock quarry a lot. I certainly think about it more now than I did back then, when it was still part of my life, with its dark-stained stream bleeding out of the nearby swamp into its quicksand crevices.

My siblings and I grew up amongst the familiar outcroppings and mud of that quarry. We spent our days and nights swimming in the dark-stained stream, diving down into the depths where no one could see us and resurfacing far enough away to float among the reeds, unseen.

We were happy then, before the men and machines came and blasted our family sanctum apart and long after the machines were left dead and rusting, the metal skeletons half-sunk and fossilizing in the dirt of a hundred landslides at the bottom of the quarry.

We persisted when they were all gone, we grew up, and we moved out. The plan was simple. Humans came into our home and destroyed it and now we live in their homes of wood and steel and glass. It seems fitting that we will bring down their world just as they brought down our hillsides and mountains in order to make their houses and buildings all those years ago. We have reclaimed what was ours, and when the time comes, our children will return to the stones we left.

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Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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