Copyright 2013, Janet M. Webb
Lana squeezes around knots of conversationalists clogging the gallery. Unimpressed with the collection, she begins weaving her way to the exit when a portrait catches her eye.
Lana hasn’t looked at a single picture of her twin since Tara died. She wasn’t aware Tara had known the artist. Yet, from the canvas, her twin’s half-amused smile stares back.
“Lana! Finally, we meet.” Lana turns to see the artist standing behind her. “John’s twin,” he states, gesturing to the neighboring portrait. Lana had forgotten that two twins were killed in the car accident that night.