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Rubik Cube Transmogrifies

I sat and fiddled with the Rubik’s cube for a couple of minutes Then I tossed it into the corner. It got a bit of a dent My mother said something, but I did not get it out Until Wednesday. By then it had changed From a Rubik’s cube into a mushroom house. Faeries and brownies were living in it. My mother asked me about it. She had guessed that I would want a Rubik’s cube, Forgetting I despise all things math, even patterns. I lied and said I could not find it. I hid it in the corner of a closet we rarely use. I found it three years later. It had transmogrified into a round rubbery Rubik’s cube. I bounced it around, watching the colorful cubes fall off. When I put them back on, they stuck happily in the right places. I solved it, I told my mother. Whoever heard of a round Rubik’s cube? She asked. Rolling her eyes. Written 1-04-2021 Contest: If the Rubik’s Cube Was Round Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

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