not to worry
She only meant to stoop for a drink, but fell into the well. No harm done, only it made her late and she missed the bus, so she arrived late and disheveled, and missed the solving of the puzzle that she continued to ponder long after everyone else had reached an understanding and moved on. There were canned peas for lunch, and lint on the mint she pulled from her pocket somewhere around 4:00, hoping to salvage something of the day. Then somebody hung all the clarity up in the middle of the room like a mobile of broken mirrors and the late sun kept catching in her eyes and calling her dearie and telling her not to worry.