Kseniya Walcott
Stories (1/0)
Creator
Set 1: Snow Tiger Marble was all we knew and all that we were. Gazing at my heavy fingers, barely a nick or scratch, and lumbering through my stone home I observed the very motionless knick-knacks on my shelves. Next door I could hear the laughter of my friend Jacob’s children who were a grey,glossy stone set he’d just recently carved with his partner Phineas. Smooth cheeks, wide smiles, and no matter how much they grinned, no wrinkles. My place, in contrast, had so little noise that the air had to ring, reminding me that sound still existed. While they were away on vacation, that was when I decided to pull out the old chisel and hammer to a slab of white marble striated with black that I’d been keeping for some time. From clouds of dust, chunks of heavy stone, I carefully shaped my new companion. She mewed at me (which was to be expected), but then she shook her body, shedding the stone as it flew everywhere across my flat. What happened next surprised me most: soft, white fur started growing on her and her eyes, no longer a solid white, became the color of the night sky. She playfully pounced on me, rubbing her cheeks against mine. Lighter than a feather for me, I could lift her easily but had to be careful how I held her. I was a heavy colossus, she hardly more than an ant. Vibrating with joy, she stayed close to me. I learned quickly that she couldn’t live off what was in our world. So I had to carve again a soft bed, animals she could hunt for food, and all the necessities.
By Kseniya Walcott4 years ago in Futurism