Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.

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6/19 An Old Pasttime

John was a tall, slender, middle-aged man that had loved sightseeing from a young age. He had enjoyed going to parks, loving to birdwatch and hike on mountainous terrain. He was a very active person too; he would get up at 6:00 AM to run on trails in his community. But as he got older and older, John was no longer able to hike up to his favorite mountain spot, or walk on trails around his community. Every day, he would go outside of his house, mourning his lack of sightseeing. Little did he know, however, that his life was about to change.

John’s neighbor was an aspiring engineer, a young girl by the name of Bala.

She was an intellectual, always aspiring to unlock the secrets of the world. She had charming, sparkling blue eyes that had a great depth to them, and was a friend of John. When she noticed his sadness, she grew upset.

“What’s wrong, John?” Bala asked.

“It’s just – I can walk outside and recount my memories no longer.”

Bala knew what she had to do. Sitting at her mahogany workbench in an old, dusty, workshop, she got to work. She was going to implement a virtual reality system that would help John with his sadness, and bring his fond memories back to him.

However, after the system was created, the machine didn’t work. John felt as though the system was not natural; it did not emulate the scenery perfectly. John sighed as the day went on. His life was set; no going back now. Getting up once more, he heaved a great sigh, before settling back down onto his couch into an eternal slumber.