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a missing tile

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I never saw my mother smoke; she quit just before I was born. In this photo, taken late in her pregnancy, Dorothy holds what was perhaps one of her last cigarettes. She looks pensive and calm. She’s wearing polka dots.

I don’t know where the picture was taken, or who took it. I’ve never seen the actual photograph. What I have is a print on plain paper and it’s curious to think that someone else — who, I wonder — has or had the original. Who would have wanted it more than Dorothy herself?

There is so much we don’t know — tiles missing from the mosaic we assemble each morning into our world view. Still, we turn them into a picture, call it complete, think we know what we know. Until we find a missing tile.

I love polka dots.

6 responses to “a missing tile

  1. Pat Hunt February 4, 2015 at 11:08 am

    Love it! And polka dots And you!

  2. jik February 4, 2015 at 4:38 pm

    Hooray for polka dots!

  3. Violet of Violet's Veg*n e-comics February 6, 2015 at 1:59 pm

    This is a beautiful photo, and a really interesting story. Thank you for sharing.

  4. jik February 6, 2015 at 4:39 pm

    Oh no, thank YOU for reading! ;-)

  5. kristin March 3, 2015 at 9:21 am

    In the only photograph I have of my mother pregnant with me, she is also wearing polka dots.

  6. jik March 3, 2015 at 11:20 am

    Oh, I love that, Kristin!

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