The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion #1

by Beth Brower

I look in this mirror and recognise myself less now than when I was a child. I suppose that happens when you’ve grown up and still don’t understand your place in the world.

When he came into my room—for I was not invited downstairs—he made certain to sit by the window, with just enough light falling upon his face so that it might be clearly seen. It was very Dutch Painter of him. I almost suggested we hold a séance and call up Vermeer.

While there are many things beyond our control, I’ve always thought the cruellest is that we mortals are not told when our last glance is just that.