|Red Wonderstone is cream or yellow stone often with richly marbled in red or orange. It is very smooth and polishes like a semi-precious stone.|
In fact, this red dream stone wasn't really stone at all. The sculpture started to decompose as my hands closed around it. The base softening like papier mache in a puddle of blood. The fingers crumbled off.
I watched helplessly as the entire piece broke in half.
|The claylike red outer layer of some African serpentine can be inches thick. It is porous and can be scratched by a fingernail.|
"Why did you break it?" she asked softly.
"It was coming apart as you put it in my lap!" I protested..
"It is stone," she said, growing more shrill with each word. "Stone is of the earth. There is nothing more real. How could it just come apart?"
She turned away, suddenly cold as stone herself.
Anger at her unjust accusation bubbled like lava inside me.
I would never destroy such a beautiful thing.