The Garden Where No One Ever Goes
ShortStory 1,519 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"Now, dry and dead, the gardens sulk in the center of the city; not our pride, but our shame. Now the beds and planters are dry with dust, the carvings are chipped away for lime, the paths are run only by rats and ragged dogs. Now it is a place where no one goes, except for young girls meeting their lovers in the middle of the night."
Content warnings 2
death-of-a-loved-oneviolence
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