Sunday 11 January 2015

The Rock



He’d spent the day seeing lawyers, board members, loyal servants. But eventually, I was called to my father’s soon to be death bed.

He looked… Well, like death, but he still managed to pick up a small box.

“I wanted to give you this on your twenty-first birthday, like my father did with me, but since I’m not making it…” he said, holding it out.

I took the box and opened it. Inside was a small pebble, looked normal, till I touched it and saw everything.

Took me a year to stop using it to spy on girls, of course…

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