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Thanks Edie for posting this faded glory themed pic to #LuxvilleTales. Here is your story.

THE ART JOURNALS.

She sat drinking tea absent-mindedly. The cat wound around her legs unattended. The music looped again without notice. The teacup rose and fell like a clockwork winding down.

She stared at the shelf in front of her. Red leather. Green leather. Brown leather. Gold decals. Blue embossing.

She had been searching for these all her life. The Art Journals of Luxville.

She had first heard about them in an old thin yellowed page of the Luxville Tribune broadsheet from April 10th 1894. It reported a theft. The Journals had been stolen from their locked glass case in the locked Luxville City Hall library. Culprits unknown. Nothing broken. Ensuing months papers reported on the investigation. No clues. No leads. No hope.

Then nothing. No word, no mention, seemingly no concern. They had fallen off the face of the earth.

She was catatonic with wonder. Not about how they got to her back door, unannounced, in a simple wooden box. She was heart flushed with wonder about the curiousities that no doubt lay within.

She stood abruptly. The teacup smashed to the floor. The cat scrambled for cover. The music bumped to a stop.

She ran her fingers over the spines and fancied they shivered. ‘Art is freedom’ she whispered to them.

LUXVILLE TALES with TALE BY Erin McCuskey and IMAGE BY Edith Fry (follow her on instagram.com/ediefry)

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