Friday, April 04, 2008

Stories

Tomorrow...in 1918, she ventured into town - Nairobi - for dinner with friends. And one of their guests was Denys Finch Hatton. She would have looked much like this but likely dressed in a bit more finery. She was quite fond of making an evening "costume".
That smile, you see - it was before everything. It was while she yet thrilled to the life there and her place. Her gentle fondness for Bror and the thrill of waiting for her lover's few visits. That smile would become more tense and mocking later in her life. So that it was hardly a twist of her lips. Mocking because she has known so much more of life than those around her. And I can imagine her back home in age, fingering those small things she allowed herself to return home with.
Ninety years ago...

1 comment:

Joan of Argghh! said...

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:sigh: