The Wistful Dinner
The knife blade caught the light as Elias trimmed the yellowing edge of a leaf. He was careful, precise, his hands steady despite the tremor that had begun to settle into his knuckles like arthritis. The apartment was white. It was aggressively, clinically white, a sterile box of drywall and tile that smelled faintly of antiseptic and nothing else. In the center of the windowsill sat the...
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