Umber (45.1 — Brigid O’Toole’s Story)
July 18, 2012 § 3 Comments
As I sat at my desk trying to finish a painting, I heard a faint, fearful-sounding voice whisper, “Sure ‘n indeed, Papa’s goin’ t’ be angry!”
The voice belonged to a tiny old Irish woman standing with her back to the camera, facing a mirror so her reflection was visible. She wore a prim, high-collared black dress. Her eyes were large and round with fear, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. The result was an odd, rather deranged expression.