mistery

+ and there was not explanation, but one day she started to draw again

and she learnt that she hadn't forgotten how to do it

while the lines fell from her pencil so easily -for a moment, just for a moment- she thought that her right hand had a life on its own, that it had a private soul... you know

she had replaced the words for the drawing

and she seemed to be happy

happy as a cat dancing with a little mouse*

*probably metaphoric... no, literal is better