The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The train slowed. Dust settled on the windows. It was dry. Arthur watched the fields pass. They were brown. They were still. The sun beat down. It was relentless. He wore a suit. It was grey. It was old. The fabric stretched tight across his shoulders. He felt heavy. His bones felt heavy. His mind felt heavier. He was going home. Home was a word. It was a concept. It was not a place. It was a...

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