We stand in the heavy rain in the night in the black water parking lot.
“This isn’t legal,” Lois says.
“Yeah, I know.”
The store is having a SALE. inside, employes appear as pitch outlines, backlit by anemic bulbs.
“probly gonna sell it as a second,” the guy tells me and smiles, showing slimed teeth.
I stand behind glass as he crosses main street, his beard partly gray, his part gray. Two plants have joined the elephant.
My flower is gone.
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