The Quintessential backpeddaler

There was nothing out of the norm when Ray set out that morning for the bike shop. Quintessential backpeddal was the name he had finally decided on.
He smiled too himself with the name he had chosen.It was a way of keeping his past close by,like the breeze that swirled the present around him.There was no rush today, like yesterday or the day before,when he got there ,he got there.
The little Red haired girl had made him his favorite lunch.Baloney on rye.Ray smiled too himself.She had left the night before for Turkestan,He had used his best Rickshaw for the ride to the airport.The Hurricane strength head winds had slowed Rays progress through the high pass area.But when he turned to see if her comfort was compromised ,the vision of her tossing a Trillion rose petals comforted his concern.

Ray strolled along ,strolling had become a meditation.One with the stroll was what Ray liked too call it .Although this day would be like all others there was one thing that was different.
Laying in the bushes was something he hadn't noticed yesterday,and perhaps that was because it wasn't there.Or was. But..... didn't notice him .It was a small black Obelisk stone,the shape was that of a lopsided spear.Ray looked about ...no all the stones had this shape.Yet it was ,different.

I looked about, nothing had changed .I could hear the ocean, see the palm trees swaying .People where going about their business .the huts were still painted the same colors .I could feel the energy from the stone,although I couldn't grasp its meaning.As I reached out to pick it up ,I felt a Rift reach out .A Rift from deep within my emotions.It was a stone ,this much my senses agreed.The surface was solid ,strong,unbreakable.Yet......It breathed,no, like blood coursing through veins! Below the surface it.....