Solving a Puzzle

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Her hands examined the puzzle pieces.

Fingers tracing subtle grooves and edges.

She enjoyed dividing up like pieces.

Solving the puzzle was easier now.


She formed the border of the puzzle first.

Slipping piece after piece into its place.

Slowly a smooth rectangle had been formed.

She was ready for the harder pieces. 


Her eyes delighted in playful colors.

Each piece fitting exactly where it should.

Bringing a picture into clarity.

She longed to conquer it with her brilliance.


Her mind danced without inhibition now.

This puzzle would not overwhelm her brain.

It was beneath her grand ability.

Soon it would just be her little plaything.


More and more sections had been completed.

Soon the picture would be bare before her.

Totally exposed and vulnerable.

Another challenge brought to submission.


Only a handful of pieces remained.

She relished her feeling of power now.

Playfully, she tapped a piece in new spots.

Knowing fully well where it should be placed.


She was having fun teasing the thing now.

One by one the pieces were thrust in place.

The last piece remaining for the last hole.

A devious smile appeared on her lips.


The success was hers to take as she pleased.

Slowly the last piece was in the last place.

She made a slight noise of satisfaction.

Oh how she loved to conquer her puzzles.

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