The Golden Greenhouse
The coat hangs in the closet. It is your mother’s coat. It is also the thing that ate the light in the hallway. You know this because the hallway has been dark for three days. You do not turn on the lights. You sit on the cold floorboards, your knees drawn up to your chest, and you watch the coat. It moves. Not with a wind, for there is no wind in the sealed room. It moves with a hunger. The...
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