The Wistful Petal
"You are under arrest for the crime of persistent existence," the officer said. He did not look at you. He looked at the wall. The wall was gray. It was always gray. You did not run. You never ran. Running was for those who believed in the future. You believed only in the now. The now was cold. The now was wet. You stood in the rain. The rain fell on your badge. The badge was heavy. It weighed...
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