The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bone snapped. It was a clean fracture. A technical failure of the femur. I heard the sound before I felt the pain. It sounded like a dry twig breaking under a boot. It sounded like a verdict. I was running. I was always running. The mud sucked at my boots. It was a thick, black slurry that had nothing to do with the earth and everything to do with the factory waste. The air tasted of sulfur...

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