The Golden Greenhouse
The glass in the greenhouse is gold. It has been gold for three days, ever since you told the realtor the roof was merely “weathered” when it was, in fact, collapsing. You stand in the center of the rotting Victorian house, the air thick with the scent of damp wood and decay, and you watch the light bend through the panes. It is not sunlight. It is a heavy, viscous yellow that pools on the...
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