The Meander of Her Trail Fell Away From The Figure.

She flinched, if only for a while.

A fracas settled on her features, blanching white on her mien. An otherwise latent myriad of questions sickled bewildered thoughts. The thick black cloud in her head was cleft and still. Quivering, the orifice of which words sprang forth was now muted from the faintest tremor of such a dramatic overture.

Before her stood The Nightmare that had transpired in 2007.

She knew not till This Day why things had turned out that way - The Incredible Letdown. The Nightmare. The Great Depression. The What-have-yous.

Recently, she found her way back to Happiness. Clawed, if you'd like. The Forgotten had been buried deep in the recesses of her consciousness.

This figure all but ignited the encapsulation of That Time, for which Misery had no simile.

Their eyes met. Furtive glances followed.

To suit the action to the word, each scanned the other warily. Both knew better than to dislodge the tallowed quiescence which teetered precariously.

She repaid the receptive caprice by answering grace and dignity on her part - the meander of her trail fell away from The Figure.