A second 100-word story came to mind, almost as-is and pushing to be born, so I post it here today as a companion piece to yesterday’s story...or to stand on its own. I’ll re-post Dawn’s lovely photo so you can see where the inspiration originated.
She’s come undone. All the carefully packed sections of her life worked loose, edges unraveling as if pulled by a malicious hand, spilling out their contents into random heaps, top layers caught by winds of chance and blown away Nothing can put them back and she thinks perhaps she shouldn’t try, should simply lie down beneath them all and inhale deeply. Too simple; the coward’s way and so she dashes uselessly here and there attempting to gather the pieces of her life, not seeing the beautiful pattern that they make, sitting in despair in the rubble (as she deems it.)