mon petit chou
Anito by Mitch Alcantara It's a French phrase. A term of endearment. Literally, my little cabbage. When did I become aware of it? Likely in high school French class. It's a fun phrase the way it feels it the mouth, blending the last two words together so that it sounds like you're saying mon petty shoe . A piece of flash fiction emerged from me sometime after reading the brilliant Naomi Shihab Nye poem The Art Disappearing. And then, I sent it Redivider , the literary magazine from Emerson College. And now, here it is for you, mon petit chou.
