Morning Star. fiction by Chantel Lavoie

Morning Star Caked in rich mud, it lies in the husband’s gloved hand, plucked from the garden with an accidental carrot and a deliberate handful of weeds. It smells green. He hoses it off at the side of the house and carries it into the kitchen. He hands it to her, her own hand comingContinue reading “Morning Star. fiction by Chantel Lavoie”