The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The trowel bit into the soil with a sound like a knuckle cracking. I scraped the wet earth from the ceramic rim, watching the dark clumps fall onto the linoleum, each one a small, heavy mistake. My father had kept this tree in the hallway for thirty years, a silent, twisted thing that watched over the kitchen table where we ate our dinners in comfortable silence. Now the house was empty, the...

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