493a - One Page of the Mess

The mess… her father came down and gazed at the fog
of  drifting dust and ash.  "How… unexpected."



There was no one else in the archive, everyone
barred by her father's word, above.  No
doubt craning their necks, oh so discretely trying to see.



"Did… when did this occur, honoured father?"



"Hmm."  He
paused, then continued as if he had merely paused for breath.  "To speak entirely