Miss Emma Borden Visits Her Sister in Jail

Double rows of six silver eyelets,  strung with black laces, on each of my shoes. One window with one ugly lock. Twelve roses linking vines around my teacup’s rim, ten and an orphaned petal on the saucer, which was chipped and dirty.  When Lizzie, sulking, refused to speak to me, I counted up the prison […]