The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

It was raining. Not the polite kind. The kind that hits you in the face and says, *look at me, I am real, I am cold, I am here.* I stood under the awning of the shuttered shoe repair shop on 4th Street. My name is Elias. I have been here for three days. Or maybe four. Time is a liar. It stretches. It snaps. "Are you going to move, or are you going to rot?" The voice came from the left. A woman....

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