The Lark
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The Lark

The Holiday

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A can of beans, sausages, and a head of lettuce that would only lose a few leaves. The food kept coming, sliding down the sanitized slope, given a little shove by an indifferent hand, to be packed away in the carrier bag.

I’d given up all thought of stacking the items by tenderness, leaving grapes to be squished under potatoes, the egg carton at the bottom wedged into a corner. I didn’t care if it broke, if the handle snapped and yolk…

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Chris Noonan

Chris Noonan

A gardener and an author. https://chrismnoonan.super.site/

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