The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The sky cracked open on a Tuesday morning, not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk. I was in the kitchen, trying to scrape the burnt coffee from the pot, when the light shifted. It wasn’t bright. It was heavy, a thick, violet hue that poured through the window and pooled on the linoleum floor like spilled wine. The birds had stopped singing. The dog, a scruffy terrier named Biscuit...

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