The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The jar broke. It shattered against the asphalt. Glass sprayed. Red juice. I stared. My hands shook. No. Not yet. I looked up. The sky was grey. Heavy. It was raining. Cold rain. It hit my face. I felt nothing. Only the cold. The car stopped. The engine died. Silence. Then the door opened. He stepped out. David. He held an umbrella. Black. He looked at the road. Then at me. He did not ask. He...

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