Creating Fiction from History: 6/15/2022

Billy sure loved his rocks! Big ones, small ones, dull ones, shiny ones, light ones, heavy ones; if it caught Billy's eye (not many didn't), it soon found its way into his trusty (or make that "rusty") red companion. Where it went from there depended on how heavy or light, shiny or dull, small or big.

The big ones usually became part of some landscaping project. Sometimes it was a fence of whatever size and purpose. Others were simply a marker for some grave, whether it was some poor little animal who had been where it shouldn't or an apple core Billy had planted while playing Johnny Appleseed...