The Pale Bonsai
"You look thin, Maggie." I smiled. It was a practiced smile. A mask of teeth. "I’m fine, Edith. Just busy." "Busy with what? You’ve been here all morning. The shop is empty. I can hear the dust settling on the shelves. It sounds like snow." I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. Not much. Just a tremor. A low-voltage hum. I tucked them under my apron. The apron was blue. Faded blue. It...
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