The Gardenias Bloom
The gardenias were the only things in the house that knew how to bloom against their nature. Mercy watched them from the greenhouse bench, her bare feet curled against the hot terracotta. One hundred and eight degrees. The air tasted like green — thick with the smell of damp soil and crushed leaves and something sweeter, something that made her think of church on a summer morning, before the...
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