The locals thought little of the rock; it had always been there and it probably always would be. But when a stranger came from out of town and took interest in the great boulder, their world turned upside down.
“It’s made of sugar, you see? Sweet deliciousness. You could mine it and sell it off. You’re sitting on a white goldmine.”
And when the locals started mining, things soon went wrong.
An enormous finger emerged in the sky, bearing down upon them. The reckoning was here.
“Who dropped a sugar cube on the floor? Now we have ants!”
This story was written in response to the following photo prompt for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers.
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