The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The coat was red. It was a violent shade. It sat on the back of a chair in the empty living room. Margaret looked at it. She did not touch it. The house was silent. The silence had weight. It pressed against her ears. Outside, the wind moved the bare trees. It was late autumn. The light was grey and thin. She had been here for three days. She was alone. The coat belonged to her. Or it had. It...

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