Trying To Understand

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there. She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones put them in her pockets and began to bruise the tops of her thighs. She was so angry that her plan had failed; beating herself harder now with her free hand until tears came as they always did. Later smiling against the chill of evening she laid out her now washed beautiful stones. Around the place mummy is. That night under fluorescent plastic stars she remembered her Dad's smile before he had pulled her door to. As the whispers of sleep nudged her she forgot just a bit more easily how dark and cold it had been.