Third Place, Short Story Contest
Monumental Dreams By Stephanie Thompson
A towering
silhouette, etched against the sky,
bulwarks, gleaming metal; a skyscraper clouds; this
was
So he
his
set to
enough
tall
massive stone
to reach the
dream.
work; he planned
evening hours his lamp burned.
The plans finished, he
must be
It
Late into the
this masterpiece.
commenced
just right, thought he.
construction.
Issuing
orders like a general, he cared for every small detail. Nothing could
be wrong. Replace that section; be careful there; yes
Long and hard he worked, finished at
last.
He
stood back and admired
dows, and that massive stone: yes,
While being
was
it
it.
was
finished,
What gleaming win-
perfect.
in another building, not so far
moved and arranged
that's right.
until his masterpice
away, small blocks were
into the plans of another builder's dream.
Again and again the blocks and small stones were moved; just wasn't right.
back and
forth.
it
Standing, he stretched, than paced back and forth,
A thought
Then he stopped.
formed
in his
mind; a
thought of the other builder not far away; of his dreams and his sky-
Back
scraper.
to his small blocks
shape, a building was born.
was
and stones he went. Quickly taking
was
It
small, really just a model, but
the birth of this builder's dream.
ture in a box.
Then he went
it
Carefully he placed his minia-
to the other builder
who had just
put the
finishing touches on his masterpiece.
As he walked
in the
door carrying his box, a boy ran
"Dad, Dad, come look!
hand and nearly dragged him
I
made
reposed a magnificent skyscraper in
"You finished "Yes, Dad!" the box,
it?" the
Then
a building!"
to the corner.
the
man
all
There
The boy took
in quiet
the colors of
to him.
Lego
his
splendor blocks.
asked.
boy noticed
Dad?" 28
the box.
"Whatcha got
in
