The Meaning of a Crow
(V-12: Minimalist Realism) Sam worked at a gas station on the edge of a town that the map had forgotten. His life was a loop of fluorescent lights, the smell of unleaded gasoline, and the rhythmic clicking of the lottery machine. He was a man of few words and fewer desires, a ghost in a blue jumpsuit. One Tuesday, he found a crow with a broken wing lying in the oil-stained gravel. It was a...
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