The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The cursor blinked. A steady, rhythmic pulse. I stared at it. The screen was white. Blinding. My name was on the document. Dr. Arthur Vane. Senior Lecturer. I typed a period. It appeared. I deleted it. The cursor blinked. I looked at the wall. Beige. Flat. No texture. Just like the silence. My colleague sat across from me. David. He had coffee. Black. No sugar. I drank water. Cold. Stale. David...

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