Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and you know what that means! It means it’s time for us to go groveling to the Brown Stone Spire, thanking it for all that it has done, and all that it has mercifully not done!
This is just a great time to get the family together, eat your fill, then crawl out through the sharp rocks and sand until your knees leave blood streaks on the barren earth, and you feel the Brown Stone Spire loom up before you. But you dare not look. You dare not look.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you, thank you,” more plea than prayer, more fear than gratitude.
And if it accepts what you have to say, you and your family can return to your homes – shaking, safe, together. Shaking. Together.
And if it does not accept what you say?
It doesn’t really matter what happens after that, does it? I mean, would knowing make it any easier? No. Knowing never does.
The Brown Stone Spire. Give thanks. Cry out thanks. Scream thanks.
Also a great place for selfies, apparently.
Happy Thanksgiving! Today, i’m thankful that this wasn’t a commission or a contest entry so i didn’t have to spend four days finishing it.
It’s the little things in life.