The Glove: A Modern Gothic Tale

Chapter One: The Glove is FoundLeft Hand Glove Detail, Voytikof, via Wikimedia Commons. CC BY-SA 4.0.It had been in the drawer for twenty years.She knew this because her mother had been dead for twenty years, and the glove had come with the other things — the brooch with a missing stone, the rosary in the cracked leather case, the photograph of a man no one had been able to name. She had gone through her mother’s belongings in that particular fog that descends when death arrives without warning, sorting with her hands while her mind was somewhere else entirely, and the glove had almost gone into the black bag destined for the charity shop. Almost. Something had stopped her — not a thought, not a memory, not anything she could have explained to her daughter standing beside her asking does anyone want this, does anyone want that. A tug. The word that had come to her later was a tug, as though the glove had opinions about its own future.So she had kept it. She had not kept it…