Anna Fiteni

“Imagine your gran. Imagine her favorite chair and how she bleeds into it, book or knitting or teacup in hand. Think of how big her eyes are behind her glasses, of how they grow even bigger when she sees you. Remember the costume jewelry around her thin neck, and how it rattled in your fist when you were small. Remember everything she told you about herself: the street she was born on, the shop where she worked, the name of her own gran, the weather on her wedding day. Then remember the things she never told you. Never told her husband, her children. The things she carries in the cloud of her hair and ties up in her string of beads. How the bad things happened, and how she lived through it all to have you sit in her lap—think of how happy she was to have you there. Imagine it. Just for a moment.”
― Anna Fiteni, The Wicked Lies of Habren Faire