We mocked her filigree curtains.
“They’re sooo passé, Aunt Josephine.”
She smiled; said they afforded privacy, and we’d understand when we were older.
We laughed, wondering what a woman of 82 would do that required privacy.
After she died, we sorted through her possessions and found a hand-written, leather bound journal, together with her accounts books.
And we understood, reading it, that the lace curtains were not to prevent people looking in; they were to prevent them noticing her looking out.
She left us the house.
And a livelihood.
If you don’t immediately understand this, remember that in short fiction the title often forms part of the story. 🙂 Congratulations to Rochelle, the illustrious leader of Friday Fictioneers, whose third book in her trilogy has been released this week. Looking forward to reading it.