A Little | To The Left

“And why don’t you let him?” I pressed.

As a child, I found it absurd. “Why doesn’t Grandpa just leave it alone?” I asked once. A Little to the Left

She leaned forward. Slowly, deliberately, she picked up the river stone. She looked at it for a long moment. Then she placed it exactly one inch to the left of where it had always been. “And why don’t you let him

And she left it there.

The next morning, he was gone.