Moonbath

uch it was that, on this dawning day in Ti Pistache, not far from Anse Bleue, a village of rock, salt, and water nestled at the feet of the high mountains of Haiti, Tertulien Mésidor, master of his estate, was shaken to his core by the sight of Olmène Dorival, the peasant girl nonchalantly crouched on her heels, facing a basket of fish, vegetables, and provisions at a distant market in the countryside.