The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The coat was red. Not the bright, arterial red of a stop sign or a fire engine, but a deep, oxblood shade that had faded over decades of wear. It hung on a nail in the corner of the room, its hem brushing the floorboards. It was the only thing in the house that felt alive. Margaret stood before it. She did not touch it. To touch it was to admit that she was still there, still the woman who had...

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