she had her grandmother’s laugh (revisited)

“Nan! I woke up from a dream where I was looking at the postcard you sent me, and the subject was missing.”

Her grandmother nodded. She often did now.

Lia knew she understood. They had standing appointments to meet in the narrowing corridors of her mind’s labyrinth. Because, just when it seemed they couldn’t get narrower, they would suddenly open to cavernous, multi faceted rooms of beauty, with the aura of home she had never known, and she wanted to be in there with her. It was captivating.

Her grandmother had challenged her once to find the heart of the story. Especially in the biggest “rooms” or, heaven forbid, if she found herself in rooms of smoke and mirrors.

She looked at Lia with those eyes. From her childhood.

Then Lia made her laugh. For the first time in too long. (part one)



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19 thoughts on “she had her grandmother’s laugh (revisited)

    1. saynotoclowns says:

      Hi Ivor, thanks so much! And I am glad if it made you smile.
      I feel like I have been doing so much grieving lately, I needed a change, even if this does have some poignant elements. I had forgotten about this piece, it was nice to see it again. It’s a very interesting thing going through older work, isn’t it?


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