No.59.   in my series of short stories. Sticks and Stones We had been out Gold Prospecting in a river bed and up and down hills and valleys. It was after a cyclone and the river beds had another film of earth that had been washed down from up stream by the torrential rain. I hadn't found any gold but my husband had found a nice little patch. Me! I was always too busy finding things to paint just like the Sticks and Stones above with part of a dead tree to enhance the pain