"I was glad I fixed them, but I loved them a little less, will be more likely to throw them away if they get broken again."
scatter across the table. I look at them, sorting through them to
determine how they go together. They don't look like much now, but I
know it will be a beautiful picture once I can put it together.
Of course, it started out that way. I think about that. It was a beautiful image that someone took the time to paint or photograph or appreciate. Then knives cut it into all these little pieces. Now here they are all spread out. Dissected beauty. Broken. It will take hours to put it all back together and then I'll be able to see the picture. It will be flawed though, full of little lines like scars. It won't be as pretty as the original one was.
I'll still feel better for putting it back together.
©2005 Sonja Torres