By Vera Nazarian.
Read by Stephen Eley.
“Go to hell, idiot,” I said, using an astringent tongue he’d understand. “I
am but a monumental slab of granite, and you, mortality, are like one of
the droppings of a fairly large corpulent deity–an ephemeral honor I would
rather pass me by.”
“And yet, you speak to me, mountain,” said the mote of humanity. “Why is
I considered that for a moment. The creature had a point.
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly.
Rated PG. Contains some profanity. Paradigms may shift without warning.