The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain hit the window with a rhythmic, cold persistence. I watched it smear the glass. The streetlamp outside flickered. It was a dying pulse. I held the bouquet in my hands. The petals were black. They were not truly black, but a bruised, deep violet that had turned to ink. The smell was sweet. It was too sweet. It cloyed. It reminded me of rot. I had bought them that morning. The florist...

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