Thank you so much, Rochelle, for this challenge of Friday Fictioneers
A curse that became a blessing
Millenniums ago, I had been cursed to become a statue. And now I think, it’s a blessing.
They had taken parts of my hands, they had forever closed my eyes.
It’s a blessing, I say again. At least I don’t have to see my mother Earth dying. At least I don’t have to see some of my brothers die out of hunger and others feasting on fries. At least, I don’t have to see the pain and disgraceful state of the world which, once was such a gracious place.