Frayed Threads 0 ▲ foofaraw 2 hours ago · 15 min read3045 words · Life · hide 🥉 Third place winner of An Ordinary Contest, Year II Marta did not notice the rock until Tuesday evening when she went to get the mail. She took the eleven steps to the mailbox and pulled out the week’s bills with an efficient motion that allowed the flap to close on its own. She turned back to her small farmhouse, crooked shutters drawn tight across the middle window. There, on top of her forsythia and wild roses, was an inexplicable boulder. It resembled the ordinary quartzite in her driveway. It scraped the lowest branches of the maple tree. It sat there, without warning or invitation, crushing her flowering shrubs.For two and a half seconds, Marta stared.Almost, she veered across the yard to investigate, but she did not tend the garden until Fridays, and the threads in her pocket were too precious to waste on curiosity. Instead, she allowed herself one breath, then hurried back to the house and shut the door behind her.On Wednesday afternoons, Marta’s weekly grocery order came.… Comments on Bubbles are switched off. Bubbles is here to help you find posts, and many writers have chosen not to have comments on their blogs. If you want to talk about this post, write to the author or reply on your own blog.
