“The Devil’s in the details”
She stood just far enough away from the ruins
of her family’s past. There was such intricacy,
such detail, waiting to be put to rest. She felt
in every inch of the hurt and harm she’d heard
had grown there and, somehow felt fortunate.
Yet, the pain of the loss she’d inherited, still
lingered. Her own clear memories were long ago
buried, deep inside. She struggled to remember,
even an inkling.
She turned around startled by the figure of
an alarmingly, grizzled man approaching her.
“There’s a Devil in the details.”
He doffed his hat and winked.