Flash Fiction: The Fascinator

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East Up Close © Mimi Mollica

Image by Mimi Mollica

Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes

Grandma loved a fascinator. When mom and I rolled up to church on Sundays, we could always spot her in a crowd from blocks away—and that was the way Grandma liked it. 

Her collection of head pieces was expansive, and prized by her; the diversely different styles pointed to her incredible fashion sense. I remember watching her pour over issues of Essence and Vogue, carefully noticing what images she thought were worthy of a second glance.

Grandma always looked her best, especially at church. She held firm to the belief that God was always watching, and we might as well give him a show.

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