The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bell rings. It is a low, bronze sound that vibrates in your teeth. You stand at the gate of the Convent of St. Jude, holding a basket of blackberries. They are crushed. Dark juice stains your fingers like old bruises. You are late. You are always late. The door opens. Brother Thomas is there. He does not look at you. He looks at the berries. He looks at the stains on your hands. He smells...

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