The Pale Bonsai
The water in the cup was lukewarm, the kind that costs three dollars a gallon at the local grocery but feels like it was left out in the sun for a week, and I was watching a fly land on the rim, its wings vibrating with a frequency that made my teeth ache, when Halloway slid the resignation form across the mahogany desk, the paper crisp and white against the dark wood, a stark contrast to the...
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