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Posted 4/21/17 , edited 4/22/17
I was gonna post this on qualeshia3's "Please Share Your Paragraph! Get It Rated And Comment On!" But then I remembered the rules... Only a paragraph.... So, I decided to start a new thread.

Share your "very short story," or a sample of your short story, here.

Give constructive comment on what you read.

Here's my entry.

EDIT:

Come on folks, don't let my post be the only one....

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Randal, a stone mason by trade, was deeply troubled, which was a problem, because he was on vacation in Egypt. He shouldn't have been troubled. He should have been excited.

He thought, "Damn... I should have been excited to see the work of ancient stone masons, but something is off..."

His first stop, of course, was the Giza Plateau! He had spent only an hour admiring the Sphinx.

The tour guide had said, "The Sphinx is dated to be approximately five thousand years old."

Randal had majored in geology. He knew stone. He could read stone. Stone was his language....

What the stone that had been carved out to leave the Great Sphinx behind, and what the enclosure around the Sphinx told him did not match what the guide had said.

The stone around the enclosure told him, "I was eroded by thousands of years of heavy rainfall..."

The stone called to him. He left his tour group to listen to what else the stone had to say.

The deep, smoothly undulating vertical channels told him, "The Great Sphinx had been carved out thousands of years before the heavy rains fell. The erosion was caused by the flow of heavy flows of water cascading down the enclosure walls, over thousands of years..."

Randal thought to himself, "The geology of this region tells me that it has been desert for more than five thousand years.... There was no rain, much less flood waters five thousand years ago."

Unbidden was the though, "This place is way over twelve thousand years old..."

Randal had left the Great Sphinx in a state of deep and profound confusion.

He thought, "The Egyptologists, have to know what they're talking about, right?"

He found himself at a stone quarry nearby one of the great pyramids an hour later. Looking at the pyramid made him shake his head in profound awe. He asked himself, "How did they move all of that stone with just brute strength?"

At the foot of the pyramid were hundreds of stone blocks, scattered almost haphazardly.

Randal thought to himself, "All done with soft stone...."

He stopped and looked carefully. The stone he was looking at was clearly pink granite. He opened his tour booklet, and turned to the relevant page.

It read, "... built during the Bronze Age. Bronze tools were used to cut, shape, and carve the stone...."

He asked himself, "How can that be? Granite is between 6 and 7 on the Mohs hardness scale, and bronze is only 3 on the hardness scale. Bronze can't even leave a scratch on granite..."

He shook his head in confusion. He realized something was off, here too. Randal was not having fun. Instead of learning of interesting secrets from the ancient past, he found himself, doubting the information the Egyptologists had presented in their theories.

He began to look about for a place to sit. He decided to eat one of his packed sandwiches and have a nice draft of cool water from his insulated water bottle. As he approached a block of stone suitable for sitting, he became angered by the obvious vandalism he spotted on the stone. Randal looked about for one of the tour guides in the area. He wanted to report it.

He waved at a man, whom he thought might be one of the guides. The Egyptian waved back.

Walking up to the man, he asked, "Are you a tour guide, or are you one of the park officials, here?"

The Egyptian, smiling, answered with a perfect Oxford British accent, "I am both. How may I be of service?"

Randal said, "I want to report an act of vandalism on one of the stone blocks."

The Egyptologist's face took on a very worried appearance as he asked, "Please, show me."

The two walked back together to the block of stone. Randal showed him the obvious power tool cuts on the stone.

He pointed and said, "Here, and here, two cuts, and here, where the saw skipped." Then he noticed a bore hole, and said, "Oh, my! They actually bored into the stone with a bore saw!"

The Egyptologist asked, "What is your background, your profession?"

Randal told him with quiet pride, "I am a stone mason. I run my own business, cutting, shaping, and polishing stone."

The Egyptologist had on an expression that said he was deeply concerned. He asked, "What if I told you those marks are not vandalism, but the original tool marks from five thousand years ago?"

Randal said, "Then I'd say it was a fraud. Only bronze tools were used in the bronze age and....." He stopped, and asked reflexively, "You aren't going to tell me that these stones are forgeries put here for the tourists to gawk at, are you?"

The Egyptologist, looked thoughtful.

He asked, "You don't believe these curved cuts were made five thousand years ago?"

Suddenly, Randal remembered what the stone at the Great Sphinx had told him.

He stated, "The erosion at the Great Sphinx speaks of thousands of years worth of heavy rainfall, and flood waters cascading down the sides of the enclosure. There hasn't been any rain around here in more than seven to eight thousand years."

Randal declared, "I promise you, those are marks are made by power tools." Then he added, looking into the stony face of the Egyptologist and pointing at the granite block, "Something else. Granite is several times harder than bronze. You can't cut granite with bronze tools," Turning to look at the machine tool marks on the stone, he fished, "and you can't make marks like that with hand tools. Those are power tool marks."

The Egyptologist said to Randal, "I hope you enjoy your stay in Egypt, sir. Take in the grandeur and beauty of these great and ancient monuments."

He turned and left Randal alone to sit on the granite block, to eat his sandwich and to drink his cool water.
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