Teacher had told us about the Gorgons.

I began to wonder if that explained it.

No ordinary woman, you. No smile, nor a hug,

just that look –

and me, held fast like stone.

This post in response to Trifextra: Week Fifty-Eight

This weekend, we want you to give us a thirty-three response using the word stone as one of your thirty-three words.

It’s my first appearance. Criticism is welcome, but as my entry shows, my mood is fragile – be kind.

Published by Scattered Thinker

The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth. Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past. Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.

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