Rust and Roses
Rust and Roses The roof leaked on the third night. Mary Ann could hear it—drip, drip, drip—into a bucket she had found behind the shed. The bucket was full by morning. She emptied it into the garden, where the roses were trying to grow through cracked soil and cigarette butts. She had come to this town with two children and two suitcases that had belonged to a woman who was not her. The...
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