The Pale Bonsai
The station is cold. You are standing on the platform. Your coat is thin. It was thin when you bought it. It is thinner now. You are holding the box. It is small. It is pale. It is a bonsai. Elias is by the ticket machine. He is waiting. He does not look at you. He looks at the ground. The ground is wet. It is November. It is always November in this town. You feel the weight of the box in your...
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