The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The plate was blue. It was a specific shade, a deep, bruised indigo that matched the eyes of the man who had bought it in 1994. I held it in my gloved hands. The ceramic was cold. It smelled of dust and old glue. "Is this the one?" I asked. The man did not look up. He was counting bills on the counter. The bills were thin. They were pale. He tapped them with a pen. The pen was red. "Blue," he...

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