The Wistful Petal

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2026-08-18 11:22:22 -

The Wistful Petal

The rain slicked the asphalt of Oakhaven. I drove slow. The wipers beat a dull rhythm. Tick. Tick. Tick. My hands gripped the wheel. Knuckles white. The radio hummed a low, static-filled note. A song from the sixties. I did not know the name. I did not care. The town was grey. The houses leaned. Porches sagged under the weight of years. No one was out. The streets were empty. Just the smell of...

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