[“And your first gift is making stone out of everything.” – Sylvia Plath]
“Gift!” she called it. Some gift! It just happens, just randomly. Take today, for instance: First I was speaking with her, and then she stopped, cold as a statue, her eyes granite. I stumbled an apology, but her rigid stare did not soften. It followed me as I picked up my second gift and hurried to leave.
[Click ‘Random Post’ above – be astonished]