BRB was driving to New Morning Market with
her daughter when she heard a rustle from the trunk. The
child, almost three and stunning in a way that made BRB
think she wasn’t hers, turned in her car seat. To their left
Mount Tom Pond shone poor and beautiful. Fat men in
beige sat in the center, ice fishing. At the farm stand across
the road they sold the daily catch, broodstock Atlantic
salmon, largemouth and calico bass, chain pickerel, yellow perch, sunfish.