A woman, tall as the hills and with silvery hair, wades barefoot up the river at night. She scatters star seeds in the east from a pouch spun of spider silk and moonlight. Sometimes, she’ll wield a copper crescent pick to flick away withering stars and wish them well.

Terri Yannetti is a Connecticut-based newspaper writer. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Asimov’s Science Fiction, Star*LIne, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction and 3rd Wednesday. This is her first flash fiction submission.