The Stone

stones-167089_640“Why are you holding that rock so…creepily.”  Becky was unsure her brother was still sane.

For his part, Ryon was unsure of that as well.  “Becks. This river rock is magical.”

Becky said nothing.

“Watch.  Rock? Pizza.”  Ryon held the rock tight in one hand and a slice of gooey, pepperoni topped pizza appeared in the open palm of the other.

“What the heck?” Becky was paying attention now.

“Right?! I can’t explain it. Rock? Olive pizza.”  Ryon now held two slices.

“Have you only tried pizza?” Becky asked.

“Pizza is everything, Becky.” Ryon said, mid-bite.

“You’re very smart, bro.”

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