Each week, we will spend ten minutes writing and attempting to complete a flash story. We hope that the exercise will allow us to grow as writers, as well as provide a small amount of entertainment for you. Further, we hope to inspire you to do the same.
You’ve Got Some Stones!
I’ve been collecting rocks from every place I’ve visited over the last thirty years,” she said. “I’ve amassed quite a collection.”
She looked around the room, noting the various displays with stones of all sizes. The geologist’s office was a treasure trove of history. Diana studied the displays from afar, thinking that many of the rocks within looked a lot like the ones she had brought in her carrying case.
“Do you think I have anything of value?” she asked, sheepishly.
The geologist tilted his eyeglasses and stared hard at the rock in his hand.
“Common,” he said, and put it down, picking up another. “Also common.”
She began to get worried. Diana was counting on something being valuable. Her mother was recently diagnosed with a horrible disease. It was rare, and she couldn’t even pronounce the name of it. It was curable, but the procedure was in it’s infancy stages, and insurance wouldn’t cover it. They called it a liability and a risk since the surgery was more or less experimental. In short, Diana needed the money and she needed a lot of it.
“I’m sorry,” said the geologist. “I just don’t see anything of value here. Mostly just cool looking rocks from around the world. Still, it’s quite a collection, just not a very rare or valuable one.”
Her heart sank. She really didn’t expect to hear those words. Then she remembered a final stone that she kept hanging around her neck. She unclasped her necklace and held it out in front of her until the geologist reached his own hand out, palm up.
“I have this one too,” she said. “I don’t imagine it could be worth anything but it’s the most beautiful stone in my collection. I found it years ago in a field by my house. It might just be a piece of costume jewelry, it’s so perfectly polished.”
The geologist took the stone without a word. He placed it down in front of him and stood up. Still silent, he walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a large table-top microscope. Placing the stone on the base, he squinted one eye and peered through the lens.
“Interesting,” he said, noncommittally. “Very interesting.”
“What is it?” Diana asked.
“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like it.” he responded. “I can tell you what it isn’t; It isn’t costume jewelry.”
She looked relieved, but only slightly. This was still no promise that she’d had anything valuable enough to fund her mother’s surgery.
“It is also not from this planet,” he said.
She chuckled nervously, assuming she was hearing a joke. “Not from this…”
“Planet.” The geologist finished her sentence for her.
Diana stared, dumbfounded, still expecting him to say he was only kidding.
“I have very good news for you Ms. Diana Reddinberg. You will be able to fund your mother’s surgery and much, much more.”