The Pale Bonsai
The notice was typed on thin, brittle paper, the ink faded to a ghostly grey. It stated that my pension, earned over thirty-four years of service in the millinery trade, was contingent upon the successful transfer of my tenancy agreement, clause nine, to the estate administrator. I read it twice, then folded it into my pocket, where it pressed against my hip like a stone. The workshop was cold,...
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