The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The soup was cold. It sat in a bowl of chipped blue china on the table. The surface had frozen into a gray crust. It looked like a map of a drowned land. Thomas stared at it. The smell was stale. It smelled of boiled root vegetables. It smelled of time standing still. He did not eat. He could not. The hunger was not in his stomach. It was in his chest. It was a hollow, echoing thing. The house...

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