I wrote this story to Anneliese about our relationship then. It is from the point of view of a stone who has known nothing but the cold, until one day he meets a beautiful woman, a woman who gives him warmth. Because of the chance meeting, the stone loves the woman and is given hope. But because of everything else in the world, that will be the end of it and, the stone will be destroyed. I once asked her what she thought about it and she said it made her sound cold. I didnt want her to fell that, but at that point she had kind of left me behind. I never want to hurt anyone especially Annelise, but then I wanted her to know what I was feeling, because compared to what our relationship had been, she was being cold to me. I think that she was actually trying to let me go. I will never know.
I am the Stone
As the earth cooled and the mists cleared, a giant stone loomed in the distance overshadowing the landscape for miles. Chilled by the snows, it stands unyielding as the cold winds blow up through the valley floor and against its face until the first small fissures appear at its base.
Shallow lines spreading and expanding through a thousand years, into millions of fissures spreading across the giant, like an intricate web, until one spring the first small chip falls free from the monolithic base and drops to the ground. With a single humble bounce the small stone lands on its edge and waits.
Far below man is introduced into the world and generations of seasonal snows come and go. And then, a second chip falls beside the first and as the first small stone feels the brief tremor, its balance is tipped and he falls from his edge to his side, beginning the journey to the floor below.
Through eons of time the small shards of granite become a great mound, slowly crawling down to the valley floor. Each hard little stone straining against the next, each little shard, stiff, and ridged, and unyielding. Among them the little stone churns along towards a frozen lake of deep clear water that expands and contracts year after year as the winter winds blow.
The snows come again and again mounting at the base of the giant until the broken chips lie beneath the weight of a thousand bitter winters. The small bits of stone migrate, through the power of time, to the valley floor, and the small stone settles in to rest there among his unkind brothers.
Lakes form and streams trickle, there source, a great wall of ice that stands in the shadow of the giant stone. The flow of water from the frozen ground falls in its course to the people hundreds of miles below who eventually seek the source of the clear water.
As the expedition winds up the banks of the frozen river, the first small stone clings to the bed it has settled in, with the help of the bitter frost that has been its lifelong companion.
The explorer’s boots grind and crunch against the simple stones and the sound carries through the crisp air until the group stops and stands at the water’s edge marveling at the pristine stillness of the virgin lake.
The woman stoops, and pries the jagged little stone from its frozen bed with a pop. For a brief moment the little stone is warmed in the woman’s hand. His mind rushes as her flesh, soft and yielding, bends around his edges capturing him completely. The frost melts and the tears from the small stone moistens her delicate hands ever so slightly and the stone presses against her skin with all of his might to caress the pads of the woman’s fingers.
With a simple flick of her thumb, the little stone rushes into the air and soars, until it plunges into the ice-cold waters of the lake. The little stone is gone and forgotten in a moment, and the beautiful woman smiles as she watches the ripples expand across the surface of the black waters, unaware of the little stones fate.
The little stone tumbles through the dark and sullen waters rolling and twisting, confused and frightened by the sudden change. With a jolt he comes to rest on the smooth granite floor, in the silken powder of a thousand stones, finely ground by the ebb and flow of the winters ice, that will come again in the fall.