This slice grew out of my students’ request for the Green Rock Story. I keep forgetting to tell them, and they keep reminding me.
For most of his rock life, he sat unnoticed. Silent. Typical rock behavior.
Last week, he was put into a box for student writers. Perhaps, the Green Rock would inspire a story.
Before Green Rock was, he was noticed by a boy.
The boy could have thrown the rock. That would have been typical boy behavior. But for some reason, the rock was held and taken in the house. Perhaps because it felt good in his hand. It was smooth and fit just so.
The boy placed the rock on his shelf, where it sat unadorned until one Christmas.
Every Christmas adults looked on as kids opened packages. Adults cleaned. Kids played. This was typical Christmas behavior. It bothered the boy. Perhaps because he felt it was unfair.
Looking in his room, he noticed the rock. Held it in his hand. It was smooth and fit just so. Painting it all over, took patience.
By dinner, it was dry.
The boy put the Green Rock in a box and gave it to his mom.
Now Green Rock sits on a desk between the pens and the post-its and brings back stories of the boy.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers Blog for the March Slice of Life Challenge. A place to tell stories, experiment with structure and play with words. A place to share across the miles. Read more slices here.
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