Thursday
Picture 2
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As Alana went through the files in her grandparents’ desk, she found a stack of photographs she had never seen. They were mostly of her, but she couldn’t recall them actually being taken. Her grandparents always seemed to have a camera around when she was growing up, so it really shouldn’t have surprised her.
She must’ve been channelling Madonna when the one photo was taken. She was standing in her living room in a black tank top and black hat, somewhat reminiscent of Desperately Seeking Susan.
Sitting back on her heels, Alana reflected on how young she looked, and how different the world was then. Her grandparents were still alive. She wasn’t hearing things or seeing things. The world was at her feet.
Alana flipped to the next photograph, one that was clearly not her. She turned it over and in her grandmother’s neat handwriting was her mother’s name and a year, the year before Alana was born. Cecilia was standing on a pile of rocks on a beach, overlooking a vast body of water. Alana didn’t think it was the Atlantic Ocean, at least not around Maine.
She wondered if she would be able to track down the location of the picture. Perhaps doing so would allow her to find out more about her parents, about what they were like. Her grandparents had done a good job of telling Alana a lot about them, but there was always more to know.
Holding it close to her face, Alana tried to see if she could tell if Cecilia was wearing a spiral pendant. Disappointed, she couldn’t tell and put the photo down with the others.
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