Moira and the Moose

The Maple Tree Literary Supplement, Fall 2015

“The first moose Moira ever saw was dead. She was twelve, old to be seeing a first moose, at least for a girl who’d spent her whole life on the Island. But then, moose rarely wandered into town. They preferred to loiter out by the highway, delighting in the cool breeze that trailed each loaded logging truck.”

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