Meat Stone

Meat Stone

On the road to San Joaquin there is a stone about two hands tall, around it on March and August perfect-white flowers grow, in a lovely star shape, and a smell, a weird smell, like blood.

Rumors tell, that the stone is not a stone, that is a ball of Meat someone left there long time ago, after whoever it was left it, animals tried to eat it, but all died seconds later around, and in days no human or animal would try even to touch it.

Years passed, the meat became solid and turned into rock. But its juice must kept flowing down to the earth, and feeding the flowers around it.

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