The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain hammers the window. It is a rhythmic, industrial percussion. You are standing in the center of the room. Your hands are shaking. You are holding a grey wool coat. It is your father’s coat. He is gone. The coat is here. The coat is the only thing that matters. It smells of tobacco and cold air. It smells like him. You have been waiting for this moment for three years. Three years in the...

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