Crush Things

Albert hadn’t expected it could climb. Huge as a mountain, hard as a rock. And fast.

-Wait, he said. -Let’s talk about this!

-I don’t talk to crush things. The rock monster stopped, watching him. -I crush crush things.

The dry, hash landscape gave life to nothing. Nothing but rocks.

-Why crush things? Crushing things is no use!

-Use to me, the rock said. -Crush things crush rocks, Rock Thing crush crush things. It’s only fair.

Only fair, only fair, only… echoed between the walls down the lifeless valley.

To Albert it didn’t seem fair at all.

UFO Roadkill

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