The Pale Garden

added blog Literature

2026-08-24 08:06:12 -

The Pale Garden

The air in Room 402 tastes of antiseptic and rot. It is a sharp, metallic flavor that coats the back of your throat, a taste that refuses to leave even after you have rinsed your mouth three times with water from the bedside cup. You are twelve years old, though your hands are still, your face a mask of porcelain calm that you have perfected over the last six weeks. Your mother, Eleanor, lies...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews