The Pale Bonsai
The small, pale bonsai sits in your lap, its roots tangled in the soil of a ceramic pot that feels unnervingly warm against your thighs. You are Elias, forty-two, a Border Patrol agent with twelve years of service, and you are currently locked in a windowless sub-basement bunker with your wife, Mara, who is dying of terminal lung cancer. The air in here is thick, recycled, and smells faintly of...
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