It was a day like any other day. Nothing in particular stood out as Wilbur
scuffed along the dirt path. The sun was
shining…like always. The air was stale…like
always. The heat was uncomfortable…like
always. The lecture was boring…like
always. Wilbur sighed heavily and
shifted from one foot to the other to keep his legs from going numb. When would this end? With another sigh, Wilbur looked around
trying to find anything interesting to distract him. Everything looked brown and lifeless…like
always. Then something caught his
eye.
It was a flash of something. He scanned the ground trying to catch another
glimpse when the flash blinded him for a moment. Without thinking he moved towards the shining
object. What was it? The lecturer carried on taking no heed of the
student wandering away. Wilbur walked
briskly towards the flash, never taking his eyes off it. As he got closer he realized the flash was
coming from the stones laid out in some kind of pattern on a flat, gray
rock. He squinted to make out the
pattern. He leaned down closer to get a
better look. The flash came again and he
felt a sudden jerk. He couldn’t
move. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think.
“And here we have the lizard stone. Long ago, people believed this stone
possessed the power to capture souls.
Whatever you do, don’t look directly into its eyes.” The lecturer spoke in monotone. “And here we have the prickly pear cactus…”
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