At birth she weighed half a stone. My baby became a beauty but all she saw was fat. Now, at sixteen, I see her smiling at the skull jeering in the mirror.
Trifecta this weekend asked us to create a story – a serious story, no humour allowed – using the word stone. They also told us to specify if we want constructive criticism on or post.
Dear Trifectans, readers, followers, stumblers upon my blog,
Please do criticise my story; tell me how I can improve it; how you would have improved it and anything you would have changed. I also give you leave to do this with all my posts on this blog.
Your humble servant,
P.S. Pop over to Trifextra to read this weekend’s takes on stones.
I have absorbed your comments, pondered upon them and made some amendments as has been suggested. I hope all is clearer now.
Thanks a lot for your interest!