Lasting Impressions
one photo of my great-great grandparents, because only one photo exists. She is half-smiling, in a black dress with grey-white pearls, caked in powdery makeup. He is bald, stern, with spectacles, and a woollen waistcoat. I can’t, off the top of my head, recall their names but, without a moment’s pause, I can summon their image to mind. My entire life, they’ve gazed out at me from Grandma’s "occasional table", framed in light mahogany; the pristine linen tablecloth underneath their portrait mirroring the table they’re sitting at, captured in monochrome.
