The picture is faded. The edges are worn. A younger version of my grandmother stares back, tight-lipped, gaze piercing. I tuck the photo back into a keepsake box filled with cryptic letters. I am left wistful, wondering what secrets she might have shared if only I had asked.
G.R. LeBlanc is a Canadian haiku poet and fiction writer who enjoys composing minuscule narratives.
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