**The Luminaria Box** Eleanor’s fingers, accustomed to the click of a keyboard, felt clumsy amidst the quiet archaeology of Aunt Clara’s life. Dust motes danced in the lone shaft of sunlight piercing the attic gloom, illuminating stacks of forgotten novels, lace doilies, and boxes brimming with curiosities. Aunt Clara had been a collector, not of… Continue reading Gemini Story 2