Olivia Trunk ^new^ -

Her mother sat in a lawn chair, a blanket over her knees, watching the flames.

Beneath the top layer, she found a single photograph: her mother, age nineteen, standing on a riverbank, laughing. In her hands, she held a smooth, flat stone, mid-windup, about to skip it across the water. On the back, in her mother’s cursive: “The day I decided to stay.” olivia trunk

Her mother woke to the sound. She watched from her bed as Olivia carried the last stone to the front door and set it down. Her mother sat in a lawn chair, a