My gaze petrifies only men, so I greet my occasional visitors of Perseus’ sex veiled. Had he simply asked, I might have gone with him to look at the monster and free that poor girl—paid for a good deed with a lovely trip to the seaside. Instead he burst in (unasked), sword raised, looking for my image in his shield. I tossed an earring at my mirror; he turned to see what had clinked and saw my fatal wink as our eyes met in the glass.
I gave him to Circe, after our third date, to hold her guests’ cloaks.
That was cute. I enjoyed that and thought it was too short. Great job.
Funny I felt it was too short also but I liked it. Like the image of being a cloak stand for eternity.
I enjoy seeing Medusa win for a change.