She suddenly came back, struggling to remember what had triggered the train of thought. There it was, sitting in her lap, held a little too securely by her hands... an article in the weekly supplement of a national newspaper. Probably written by a eager college student. She smiled thinking of her own spirited articles in similar publications. She did not preserve the cuttings as memoirs because she took someone who said "one should avoid being infatuated with their own work" too seriously.
Her eyes focused back on the word.