Pale Pink Walls and White Furniture

a short story by

F. R. Michaels

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 by F. R. Michaels

I awake to a dream of a poisonous flower breaking through arid soil and blooming in an airless void. I am that flower, dead and desiccated and yet my existence is persistent. The image lives for a measure in time smaller than a breath, and then vanishes.

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