The Pale Bonsai
The shear blades bite into the pale green flesh of the bonsai’s trunk, and you feel the sap, which is warm, which is thick, which is exactly the same temperature as your own blood. You are Elias, forty-two, and your hands are steady even though your knees have been shaking since the first frost of October, and you are cutting a branch that your mother never touched, a branch that grew from a...
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