The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The glove was red. Not the bright, synthetic red of plastic toys. It was the deep, arterial red of dried blood, or perhaps rust. It lay on the kitchen counter. It had been there for days. Clara stared at it. The leather was soft. It fit her hand. It was hers. She had bought it in the village square. The seller was a man with kind eyes. He had smiled. He said, *For the hand that holds the...

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