To Abandon A Child, She Had Once

The Girl In The Mirror Caught My Eye Briefly...it Is An Uncanny Feeling, That Rare Occasion When One Catches A Glimpse Of Oneself In Repose. An Unguarded Moment, Stripped Of Artifice, When One Forgets To Fool Even Oneself.

She Felt Like A Fictional Character Who'd Escaped The Book In Which Her Creator Had Carefully And Kindly Trapped Her, Taken A Pair Of Scissors To Her Outline And Leaped, Free.

... People Who'd Led Dull And Blameless Lives Did Not Give Thanks For Second Chances.

Nell Was Not One For Friends And Had Never Hidden Her Distaste For Most Other Humans, Their Neurotic Compulsion For The Acquisition Of Allies.

A Twinge At The Edge Of Her Lips And She Continued, The Soft, Slow Lilt Of Recitation: "ancient Walls That Sing The Distant Hours.