This is a black and white photograph.

It’s creased at the corners and faded in the middle, but still crisp and dark and high-contrast where it was covered by the frame.

A girl lifts it out from a wooden box that smells of pencils.

“You were hot, Grandma!”

And the other two giggle, and you blush.

But the sun is hot and the sky is blue and the sand is bright. And your bikini is red and scratching at the back. Fred tucks in your label.

This is a black and white photograph. Your tattoos are still fresh and crisp. The piña colada slips down your throat and tastes like seven different colours at once.