Art by Robin Stranahan
quarterly
Spring 2022
Winner
What you find when you're not looking
The looking glass of Napoleon was slipped inside a purse of purple velvet. Found amongst a pile of dusty books at a garage sale in Maine. Unsheathed, its face of black obsidian sang the saga of its origins but no one else seemed to hear it.
It didn’t reflect what I expected. Showing instead the true nature of things.
Galaxies of blue vapour, the Labrador’s soul. The grief that sat as stone in the belly of the widow with the painted-on smile. Her deceased husband, his arm wrapped around her.
The looking glass was 50c. I handed over a fiver.