Words for a Picture VIII

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Rosie told her everything that had happened, all the while stumbling with fear over her words. Clarissa did not say anything throughout that moment—a perpetual moment—but then rose, gravely. Slightly hunched forward, she turned toward Rosie. Clarissa's silence was profound but tame compared to how she looked. There was enough weight in her face to collapse the sky, enough scorn to wreck heartless men. That visage signified the beginning of Rosie's doom. And Rosie knew this; her own face, now bloodless, marked it all so clearly.

M.M. — October MMXII