The Bloom
## The Bloom The air hung thick, sweet with pollen dust that clung to my throat. It tasted like sunshine and something else—something ancient, almost metallic. I ran a hand across the velvety petal of a Skybloom, its color shifting…
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The Static Between Stars
## The Static Between Stars The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Klein’s elbows. July 19th, 1985. Cologne tasted like weak coffee and regret. Rain hammered against the plate glass window, blurring Alfredstrasse into streaks of…
The Bloom Thief
## The Bloom Thief The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Elsie’s forearm. Rain lashed against the window of the diner, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into a smear of pink and blue. She traced the condensation with her fingertip,…