short fiction · 2026-10-16

Cracks in the Bedrock

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet quarry, I trace the spiderweb of fissures that map forgotten rains. Each hairline crack holds a droplet's memory, a moment when pressure yielded and stone whispered its age. I follow the branching lines as if they were neural pathways, recalling how stress etches stories deeper than any carving. The rock remembers not in words but in geometry, a silent ledger of tension and release. When I press my palm to the cold surface, I feel the echo of ancient shudders, and for a breath, the mountain's pulse syncs with my own.