Fiction

"I remember this stone!" I exclaimed, excitedly, picking up a small rock from the forest floor.

"What stone?" my father asked, puzzled. We were out walking in the woods, close to our house. I don't recall why we were out walking. We never just walked, for the sake of walking. But the reason for us being there, I don't remember.

 

It's story time, folks. So sit back, relax, and let this little gem carry you away to a land far away. Ok, perhaps not. I don't have a specific purpose with this entry, other than just starting at one word, and letting my imagination carry me onwards. So this following story is based merely on whatever comes to mind. Read if you want. If not... read it anyway, and get out of my hair!