A Small Matter.

Tearing through her belongings, she left no stone unturned.

An hour went by and still, the familiar object was nowhere to be seen.

Tantalizing doubts gave way to frantic disorder.

Unbridled lamentations and trickles were accorded.

"Jesus, Help Me," she cried.

A brilliant emanation yielded and thereafter, she found what she had sought desperately.

Retiring in its rightful place, it nestled on her finger.

It did matter to her after all.