Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window of the upstairs library, illuminating a cloud of dust that swirled around Clara as she reached for another album. She was a woman known for her decisiveness, but she did not feel in a rush to understand.

Her family had always talked about her great-aunt, a woman who had never married, always working as a librarian. A spinster. Then she saw the photo of her, laughing, dancing, a man’s arm around her waist.

Clara smiled. She didn't have to hurry. She had all the hours in the world to understand the woman she had never really known. She picked up a magnifying glass. She was in no rush to decipher the story.