Cobble- Part One

 

She always walked carefully on the cobbled roads.

Concentrating on the cobbles, she stopped suddenly, one of them not looking quite like the others.

One was a little rounder, a little more terracotta-colored, and a little…softer looking.

Looking around the deserted street, she shrugged and gently put her fingers on the cobble.

She pulled upwards.

It was not a cobble.

Filled with a curious trepidation, she set the small figure down on the street.

Its hat was what she’d thought was a cobble, but otherwise it was a perfect, stout little person.

It blinked up at her and waddled away.