Sunday, January 9, 2011

A boy gave me a rock. He gave me a rock, and I laughed, because a rock is kind of a lame gift. I thought maybe it was a joke or something. But he said, No. You have to break it open.

I asked why, and he said, Because there are crystals inside. I asked how he knew. He shrugged, said, That's what the guy at the counter told me.

I haven't broken it yet. It's still in the open box, eyeing me from across the room. It says, Will you risk it? Will you bring that hammer down? I want to know if it will be just another broken rock. It replies, You're a coward, and I'm not telling you anything.