12/27/22 Diamonds in the Stone (Part 2)

 Diamonds in the Stone (Part 2)

“Hello ma’am, I am Mr. Davies the director of this museum.” He shakes Rena’s hand as security guards watch from behind him. “I hear you think you can break the unbreakable stone?”

“Yes, I can’t fully explain it, but I just need to hold it. It’s like it is calling to me, or the diamonds are…or something, I don’t know! Just please let me hold it.”

Mr. Davies looks at her strangely for a moment, wondering whether to trust her or not. He turns to one of the three security guards. “Open the case and hand this woman the stone.”

The security chief looks at him, “Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I have waited years to see those diamonds free from the stone. If this woman believes so strongly to cause all this ruckus, then let her try it. If she fails we lose nothing, but if she succeeds…” dollar signs flash in his eyes, “All those diamonds. We must let her try.”

The chief turns to the guard, “Alright, go ahead and do it.” The guard takes his key and disarms the alarm on the box. Carefully he opens the glass lid. Mr. Davies pulls the stone out of the glass box and hands it to Rena.

She stares at the stone as she holds it in her hands, examining it. Some strange instinct kicks in and she presses her thumbs into the stone. It melts into a thick, but moveable putty, filled with tiny diamonds.

“Remarkable!” Mr. Davies says in awe, “I never imagined there were that many diamonds in there. Here let me see it.” Rena hands him the stone but as it leaves her hands, it returns to its unbreakable hardened state. “What! Why won’t it move!”

“I guess only I can move it…which also means I am the only one who can get the diamonds out,” Rena says with a mischievous grin. She has never been one for ill-intentioned deeds, but this was a strange new opportunity for her.

“Those diamonds belong to the museum, I can’t let you have them!” Mr. Davies says sternly. The security guards move closer to Rena, preparing in case she runs.

“Well Mr. Davies, I intend to get something out of this so we are going to have to work out some sort of deal,” Rena says confidently.


To Be Continued

12/27/22

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