at the lace store

I went to buy some lace at my regular store and was happy to get offered at half price some returned precious piece wrapped around delicate paper from a previous customer... I smiled at the bargain, and more so at the story it might embrace. I went home and stored it safely in the drawer of special fragments … Many years later, I wanted to decorate the back of a pocket, reached for the lace wrapped around the fine paper. I untangled the strand of lace to uncover a string of letters, handwritten with now faded ink.. and watched my imagination go on a trip… who might have written that note? Is she alive? Was it a message? Was she losing her memory and was writing notes to exercise what remained of her brain memory cells? Was she imprisoned? Was she preparing her wedding gown and had to return the lace because the wedding never happened?