Zĕna Kōan and the Shadow of Lady Liberty

Being Remembered and Forgotten

Fame and Death Over Coffee

Wait, wait. Stop! Look!—I said loudly as she raised her arms and coffee cup in excitement.

With the napkin she still held in that hand, and the outstretched fingers of her other hand above her head, she was casting a fascinating long shadow across the courtyard floor of the cafe—seeming to be holding a torch and wearing a spiked crown.