It Should Have Rained Carnations

The sterile fresh scent of carnations permeated the air.  Reds, yellows, white, and red striped flowers danced starkly against the grayscale backdrop of my world. Feeling like I was in an old slow B-movie, I looked down at the lifeless body of my mother.  I wanted to scream this can’t be real.   She wouldn’t leave me.   I might have

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