The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The truck sat in the gravel lot of the municipal waste management facility, its engine ticking as it cooled, the smell of diesel and wet pine needles hanging heavy in the air. Margaret Holloway sat in the driver’s seat, her hands resting on the wheel, watching the rain streak the windshield in erratic, nervous lines. She did not start the engine. She did not check her mirrors. She simply...

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