Mosaic

Broken shards and sharp edges. Shattered fairy tales lie scattered across the floor. With one furious heave, the unthinkable betrayal finally explodes. What do you mean, "no happily ever after?" Staggering under the loss of the promised story line, we do not notice that what lies strewn under foot, the mess of our own doing, is the makings of a mosaic. We do not realize that it might be ours to rearrange the pieces into a new picture, a more enduring, if less pristine, story line.