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Edith: The men hadn’t minded so much being turned to stone by the red-shirted wizard, but the women put up a fierce struggle.
Liz: The rock formations on the empty beach looked like a strange community of people frozen in time, forever destined to be stuck in their places as the water lapped around them, at times overwhelming them. She felt empathy for the little people – perhaps because they reminded her of herself.
Sherry: John tried to find some balance in his life.
Jessie: He just knew they would let him into the juried art show once they’d seen his latest installation.
Julie: Damnit. She tried to tell him he was building the statue park too close to the edge of the water, but did he listen? No. Of course not. He never did. And there he was, fussing with a detail that was going to be under water in an hour. Now she just had to figure out how to make sure he joined them. Permanently.
Barb: Megalomania is not always a terrible thing, Jennie thought. How many masterpieces had the world lost with the current advances in medication?
Global warming and the sinking of sea levels in unexpected places revealed the hitherto unsuspected existence of a prehistoric race of pygmy artists.
Love it, Sheila!
Walking out on the shoreline that morning, he gazed across to the city, shocked at the disconnect. Inspired, he began to create a connection he hoped would be understood by many.
Good one, Leslie!
Resultantly he stands; stoically contemplating the magnitude of his decision.
Hand me that slingshot. We’re having stone soup for supper tonight.
Love this one!
The thing he feared most was that no one would talk to him.
I came upon them when he was readying his boat. I called out to him, but he ignored me. He did not see the danger, and thought me a nuisance.
Somewhere on the far shore a dog barked twice. There was no other sound except a gentle lapping of the water; she was utterly alone.
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