Crushing Joy to Dust

This is part of my current Camp July NaNo story.  It was inspired by a picture prompt WriYe DreamWidth.

wordsStonesTaurys frowned as Gilbert set a small pot in front of him. “Rocks?” he said, arching an eyebrow at Gilbert. “What am I supposed to do with rocks?”

“Read them,” Gilbert said. When Taurys frowned at him, he shrugged. “I’m checking your systems, Taurys. We have to make sure that everything is working as it should.”

Sighing, he looked at the stones. “Joy,” he read, his voice soft. “Peace, hope, love, wisdom, strength.” He looked over at Gilbert and shrugged. “So, we know that I can read.”

“What does hope mean?” Gilbert said.

For a moment, Taurys didn’t know what to say. “Hope is… wanting something to happen and… having the certainty that it will at the same time.”

Gilbert nodded slightly, and looking down at the device he used to monitor Taurys’s systems, said, “Please pick up the stone that says joy on it.”

Sighing, Taurys reached for the stone. He couldn’t understand the point of the exercise. The first two parts made sense, even if he thought they were pointless. This one… he frowned as he grasped the stone in his hand. He could see the cracks forming in the stone. They spread outward and, to Taurys’s shock, the stone crumbled in his hand.

“What just happened?” Taurys said, shaking his head.

Gilbert grimaced. “You’re stronger now than before, Taurys,” he said. He looked up as Felicja bounced into the room. “Hey,” he said.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Crushing my joy,” Gilbert said, shrugging.


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