The bell’s chime cuts through the silence like a sharp intake of breath. I was surrounded by the innocence of white lilies and the deep red of roses, freezes. The air shifts, charged with an electric current as he steps in, his silhouette a dark contrast against the soft glow of the shop. Our little flower who cultivates beauty but can’t recognize a predator lurking in her garden.
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