The Faded Road
You hold the fern. It is dry. The fronds are brittle, snapping under your thumb with a sound like breaking teeth. You bought it at the market yesterday. Three pence. The vendor called it a resurrection plant. He said it would come back to life if you gave it water. You did not believe him. You bought it because it was small enough to hide in your coat pocket. The office is cold. The radiator...
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