Stone Polisher’.

Donning the hated rubber gloves that made his hands sweat, Stedman tentatively put his arm between the bars of the wire cage and half-heartedly rubbed the stone’s crackling surface. Leaning in to reach the other side of the stone, his tawny hair accidentally touched the stone, causing it to be singed. He sprang back and pinched the smoldering lock of hair. A chunk of blackened hair fell like ashes to the floor. It wasn’t the first time that that had happened. “Stupid stone!” he grumbled, near tears over the horrible fate of his once perfect, cherished hair.

The End