Chloe laughed, a sound that surprised even herself. “You told me the fish would be scared of my ‘aerial tactics’ and that I should stick to a fishing pole.”
When they reached the old , the river widened, and a weathered wooden bridge stretched across it. It creaked under the weight of their sedan, as if remembering the countless trips that had crossed it before. FamilyStrokes 24 04 11 Chloe Rose One Last Trip...
The car passed a rusted water tower that once served as a landmark for their childhood games of “who can spot the most cows.” A pair of deer leapt across the road, their silhouettes flickering against the twilight. Chloe laughed, a sound that surprised even herself
