The Pale Bonsai
The blood is on your hands. It is bright. It is hot. You are not fighting a man. You are fighting a plant. It is a bonsai. It is pale. It is dead. You hold it against the desk. The desk is wood. It is old. It is in the office. The office is gray. The walls are gray. The air is thin. You breathe. You break the branch. It snaps. It is loud. It is wrong. You look up. Someone is watching. It is a...
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