The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The glass shattered. Not with a bang. With a sigh. It was a Tuesday. Rain lashed the windows of St. Jude’s Correctional Facility. I was holding the vase. It was my mother’s. White porcelain. Thin as skin. It slipped. It hit the linoleum. Shards everywhere. I did not cry. I froze. The sound echoed. It felt like a bone breaking inside my chest. Dr. Aris walked in. He always walked in slowly. He...

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