Auspect

                   Not even a semblance of emotion crosses her face. Throughout the theater she hears the desperate sobs and wrenching sentiments of the moviegoers. She stares in a dejected trance at the monolithic screen, scene after scene passing before her eyes.  What was the plot supposed to be again? Who is that man walking across the shot? She didn't know. She didn't care. That seemed to be the problem these days.  Life had been slipping into a rut lately, and she had no clue how to pull herself out. Another gasp omits from the collective crowd, but the girl is gone; she had slipped into her own twisted thoughts once again. How long had