Thursday, April 21, 2005
Ruby had just seduced a rock. It was a sight to see, the way she'd sauntered up to it, placed hands on the creviced gray surface, and dug her fingernails into the stony flesh. The rock couldn't take it. Cracks began to show. Pebble dust shot into the air. But after a few token tremors it settled into a tame state. Now Ruby could do anything she wanted with the mineral formation: mount it, or mold it like clay into esoteric shapes. They might even get volcanic together, go for a skinny-dip in a secluded little lava pool she knew. Ever since she was little, Ruby had been different from the other girls. She didn't play with dolls - she read geology books. People wondered what was going on, but now they knew. Ruby and her loves gave new meaning to the words "rock and roll."