The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bell rings. Three times. Sharp. "Is that you, Thomas?" It is not Thomas. It is me. I am the stranger in the alley. The rain slicks the cobblestones. They shine like wet teeth. I clutch the package. It is heavy. It is warm. It is my life. "Who is it?" The voice is high. Thin. Tired. I do not answer. I cannot. My throat is tight. I look at the door. The wood is black. The iron studs are dull....

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