Abstract

She holds the snapshot like a prayer book. Clutching the thing. Forcing herself to look at the image, and to remember as she looks. A crack runs down the side of the snapshot where it was folded to fit into a wallet. To the right of the crack is the image of a family. Lucille wears a green print dress. Wrapped around her shoulders is a fox stole. She is smiling up at her gangly thirteen-year-old daughter. The daughter, in turn, represses a smile, hiding the braces that cover her teeth.