The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Seven hours. That was how long the lily water had to stand before the scent turned sour, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat. I counted the seconds between the drops falling from the cracked faucet in the basement sink, a rhythmic, wet percussion that seemed to keep time with the hollow ache in my chest. The light from the single bulb above the workbench was yellow and...

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