“Where ya goin’?” Not that Fred needed the wall anymore. The war was over.
“You want some soup?” Neville, prone to compromise, hoisted a weathered quartz.
Fred sneered. “What’s it now? Stone soup?”
Neville nodded, making his way across the field.
When Fred joined the other villagers, he saw three strangers. Soldiers. Fred spat at their feet.
“What’s independence with nothing to eat?”
“There will be.” Despite tattered clothes, the speaker had a commanding air.
Fred sat on the ground. Neville joined him. “There’s more than stones. Sausage, potato, and carrots. A right good Independence Day. We can start again.”
See the Stone Soup entry at Wikipedia if you’re not familiar with this folk tale.
2 thoughts on “Independence Day- Stone Soup”
I know the story, but I don’t get it.
In a world where stones make soup to share or barriers between neighbors, these neighbors take time to feed each other. What better proof of independence than a world where everyone cares for another? Even the skeptical man will have something to eat.