The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The silk is red. It was red when you bought it, a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to drink the light in the shop window of Whitmore’s Haberdashery. Now it is faded. It is the color of dried blood, or perhaps old rust. It clings to your skin like a second layer of flesh, tight against your ribs, your hips, your throat. You do not remove it. You have not removed it in three years. You live in...

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