aby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor B
eleasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket R
veryone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say E
s she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood A
eeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her… K
ocusing on her reflection in the mirror F
achel wondered how she could go on R
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
lass was far more robust than her current mental state G
t felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces I
eaving emotional shards across the floor L
xcept that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together. E
Tim looked at the shards and fragments of his many broken story ideas. He poked through their remains. Each was as pretty as a stained glass window, but every time he tried to hang one on a sheet of paper they would come crashing to earth. Now they were just jagged pieces of color.
He almost just threw it all away when he had a thought. He began to nudge the pieces together and laying new prose as the glue. Soon a new, even more vibrant, picture began to emerge.
Tim wondered if that is why they called it craft.
hards fell from the mirror frame S
ere goes seven years of bad luck H
nd yet Liz saw this as an opportunity A
oo often lately life had attacked her T
ommy died in the motorcycle accident T
ventually she had lost the house E
ecovering from the depression was almost the worst part R
ven now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away E
D eftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life