This choice: Well, actually he has other ideas. • Go Back...Chapter #6Well, actually he has other ideas. by: Mr.Domino  "I'm sure a few more days as rocks won't hurt them. After all, I think I've deserved a break!" You say to no one in particular, though your pet goldfish seems to be pay a unusual amount of attention to you before returning to normal. You eye the fish suspiciously for a few minutes, and then decide to watch another game.
After all, it is summer vacation. They won't be missed for awhile...
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Three months later, and you've still not changed your family back. In fact, you've added to your growing collection of decorative aquarium rocks! The fishbowl is now fill with rocks that used to be people, all of differing shapes and sizes. you can no longer tell which ones belong to your family, but you find that you no longer care. You have admitted to yourself that you never actually enjoyed your children, and that you had long lost any attraction to your wife as she had steadily become more matronly. So, upon having this personal epiphany, you realize that you will keep them aas rocks until a time where you see fit, if that time ever comes.
You also decide to do the same to the people that had come looking for your family, keeping them as the stones they turned into. The only one you couldn't 'imprison' (if such a term were applicable to mere rocks), had been your son's girlfriend, who had glimpsed you transforming someone into a rock from the sidewalk one evening. In a panic, you had hastily transformed her into a stone, but the low light conditions and her small size had made it impossible to find her. After spending a few days in a panic mode, you realized that you hadn't missed, and that the girl (if she could still be called that) was nothing more than a pebble lost in the bushes or had been swept into a street cleaner or sewer grate.
You stride over to the fishbowl, watching your clueless fish pick algae off one of the older pebbles lining his bowl, and you smile. Peace at last, peace at last, thank god almighty, peace at last! With the transformer device you can live your life the way you deserve, and you've grown far more confident in it's use. Almost time to take it out for a spin on the town...
But maybe you should do something for poor Arthur first. After all, he looks so crowded in that small bowl. Not to mention lonely looking. A little random act of kindness for your partner in crime wouldn't hurt...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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