The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The perimeter sensor blinked. Green. Steady. Elias stood at the window. He watched the yard. The grass was dry. Brown. Dead. It looked like the skin of an old man. Cracked. Peeling. He held his rifle. Not a rifle. A stick. A piece of driftwood. He polished it. Rag in hand. Circular motion. Left to right. The house was small. White clapboard. One story. It sat on a hill. The town below was a...

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