The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion #1

by Beth Brower

On a cream card a single word was scrawled: Imperterritus. I flipped the card over, and embossed in gold was a beautiful lion. It was not docile, neither was it ferocious or violent, rather, it was undaunted. Which is what, I learned upon investigation, Imperterritus means in Latin. Undaunted. Fearless.

But my true love is the evening walk, that last hour of daylight that has its way with sunlight, shadow, and soul.

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.