Losing my marble
Much to its dismay, the little glass globe found itself in flight.
Now to be fair, flight is not a particularly remarkable state for a marble in the employ of a little boy. In fact, in a marble’s line of work, hurtling towards hard surfaces is par for the course.
The problem was that this time, the hard surface was bigger than it. And heavier than it. And well, actually, a concrete slab. A very stubborn concrete slab, that didn’t feel particularly like moving today, thank you very much. And besides, even if it did, it was quite incapable of doing so, for it was a concrete slab.
The marble hit the slab and – much as marbles hitting concrete slabs tend to do – shattered into little pieces.
At which point the little boy, after throwing the marble as hard as he could at the concrete slab, burst into tears. And not in surprise or shock, mind you, for the little boy was quite aware of how marbles colliding with concrete slabs tends to behave.
But the little boy loved that marble. It was his favorite.
As he cried, he wondered why he’d decided to throw his favorite marble at a concrete slab.