The Heavy Stone

A thick concrete slab blocked the path across the yard. I stopped before it. Waited. Cold wind stirred loose grit against my hide. The barrier did not budge. I stepped forward, planted my feet into the hard dirt, and drove my shoulder directly into the rough slab. It dragged with a harsh scrape across the gravel. Deep vibration shuddered straight through my collarbone. A dull thump settled into the earth. Path cleared. Good.