“Behold! The granites and schists of my dark and stubborn country,” said Igor, looking out of the window at the crowd below.
I looked at Svetlana.
“The people are dumb as rocks,” she explained. She rolled her eyes and slumped onto the couch.
“And twice as stubborn!” yelled Igor, turning away from the window, “They should be revolting! Burning cars in the street! Cursing the plutocracy. Readying themselves to rise up to their destiny!”
“And instead they watch as the modern equivalent of chariots and gladiators roll by,” I offered.
“No. Instead they line up to watch an orange clown paraded in front of them like some sad court jester. And as they laugh behind their hands the jester has led the enemy through the gates of the castle,” spat Igor.
“You have forgotten who your people are,” remarked Svetlana.
“Da. Granites and schists.”
This was for a prompt from dVerse: Write a piece of prose, fiction or non-fiction, up to 144-words, using the given line. The line:
“The granites and schists
Of my dark and stubborn country.”
I hope you enjoy!
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Too many are “dumb as rocks” here. Thank you for writing to the prompt!
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And blindly unaware of it. Thanks for reading! 😊
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You’re welcome!
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I wonder the strength of the rocks in the long run…. there is always a limit how far you can push them
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Yes, but do they crumble or get shaped into something stronger? That is the question. Thanks for reading!
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We’re living in interesting times aren’t we.
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Very! I wonder what history will say of this period.
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Good question. The clarity of a situation so often is only in retrospect. Probably much worse than what we realize in the thick of it.
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Yes, I enjoyed. Especially the personification of the granites and schists.
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Thank you! I’m glad you did.
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