She slipped on the black ice.

It tripped
her
up

and she went sliding.

She collected her senses.
wiped herself off
readjusted her hat

She turned to look at it.
smooth
no cracks at all
not one.

The perfect surface reflected the sun, shining it bright in her eyes.
blinking at the light,
she turned and gazed beyond.

On the way home, she noted the labyrinth of cracks coating the once smooth surface,
shattering

it’s once cool demeanor.