A Triangle Always Has Three Sides


I looked up at the statue again. It was quite big, carved from stone and very old. There was a stone slab, lying horizontal at the bottom, which was covered in characters, runes and glyphs which were unrecognisable as anything even vaguely resembling the western script. Therefore, they were completely illegible.

Except for one line at the very bottom, though no one except me seemed to be able to read this either. It said, quite plainly, in English:

A Triangle Always Has Three Sides

Although, whilst I was able to read it, it made no sense whatsoever. I knew a triangle had three sides, and three corners too.

My mobile buzzed in my jeans pocket. I fished it out a checked the screen with my fire marbled eyes: they were a combination of red, orange and yellow, but sometimes went to a bluey green mix, and even weirder, the colours swirled and danced constantly.

My phone was announcing that it was four o clock, and time to go back home. I sighed, slipped the phone back into my pocket and turned to go. There was a slight breeze, thankfully cool in the summer heat. I ran my fingers through my pixie cut flaming red hair. This, too, was streaked with yellow and orange, but luckily the colours stayed put, static like they were supposed to be. 

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I walked straight into someone. I staggered back, looking up to see who it was. It was a girl, about my age.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking-"

"It's okay. I wasn't either. What's your name?"

The End

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