How they had mocked him at Right-Angle Brick Co.: What’s wrong with an old-fashioned rectangle?
A deformed brick gave him the inspiration, he had to make order out of its irregularity. And here it was, laid out across the town square, each polygon snugly slotting together (debate still raged about whether they qualified as hexadecagons).
What was that? Lying in the middle of his masterpiece? With curves! A discarded piece of string. How dare they? It was sabotage. He screamed and ran across the square in fury.
As soon as he removed the string, he felt calm once more.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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