"What are these?" asked one of my co-workers.
"Souvenirs," I replied. "For the gang."
"Okay. Thanks, I guess. But what are they?"
"They're little rocks. I got enough for everyone."
"You're joking, right?"
"No," I insisted. "They were part of the Little Rock."
"Why do some of them look like concrete?"
"Those are from the pilings they used to shore up the rock."
"Where did you get them?"
"From a rock vendor. He had a stand at the classic car show. Near the pavilion where ZZ Top was playing."
"And they're supposed to be genuine?"
"He assured me there are," I said. "I could tell he was honest. He only had a few teeth."
"Please don't tell me you paid for them," she said.
"He gave me a bargain," I said, perhaps a bit defensively.
"Did you get any magic beans?" she asked.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Rock On
Posted by Snag at 9:52 PM
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Sometimes called the Point of Rocks, it is the first rock on the Arkansas River as one ascends from the Mississippi.
I am losing my will to live.
Maryland has one, too!
Rock on, Rock off.
The rocker.
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I had magic beans the other day. They were full of black magic.
They were full of black magic.
At least that was what you told TLB when she asked "what's that smell?"
LOL.
you're already half-way through the opening of your first YA fantasy novel.
Actually, Piers Anthony used that in his book "The Smells of Spells". It takes place in a terrible kingdom located between a Taco Bell and a Yankee Candle at a mall.
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