The Distant Garden
The kettle screams. It is a high, thin sound, the sound of a wire snapping. You are in the break room. The walls are beige. The linoleum is cracked. You hold the mug. The ceramic is cold. It is a blue mug. It has a chip in the rim. You pour the water. The steam rises. It curls like a ghost. You drink. The water is too hot. It burns your tongue. You do not spit it out. You swallow. The pain is...
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