The Wistful Petal
The jar sits on the counter. It is a mason jar. Glass is clear. The contents are red. It is not jam. It is not sauce. It is a thick, viscous sludge. It looks like dried blood. It looks like rust. You know what it is. You made it. You know why. You do not speak. You do not move. The clock ticks. The tick is loud. The tick is a hammer. You are a clerk. You sit at a desk. The desk is wood. The...
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