Twin Pics this week Sue.
Locked in this room, all she could do was look out through ironed windows at a misty sky and the grounds below.
She’d always thought the gargoyles on the roof turrets were hideous, if not offensive.
Now they were her jailers, watching from above, mocking her in her prison.
It was hard to tell whether the puddles on the window ledge were her tears or the overflow from the distorted stone lips of their leering presence.