by Tara Lazar
It was complicated and demanding getting to know Leona after her death, but I eventually came to love her. She changed her name two times in an effort to thwart a persistent former lover; she was pregnant three times but all resulted in miscarries; she wore a locket containing a photo of her first cousin, her one true love; she had a penchant for mint juleps and telling white lies. The weathered journal remains in my antique store, secret glimpses of her life available to anyone willing to browse its pages. Dirty hands touch her and do not appreciate. I remove her from display and lock her behind glass. I hold the only key.
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Tara Lazar, author of Past Imperfect, loves writing and browsing through antique shops. She tries to imagine to whom each item belonged and the life it begs to reveal. You can find her not-so-anonymously here.