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I stroke it through her fur, leaving perfect lines. She loves its white plastic bristles, its red wooden back. Eventually she’ll start to play, but for now she just luxuriates.
The only surviving flowers from a beautiful bouquet. They glow, pink and perfect. Petals spiralling into a delicate centre, each one is unique, its scent rising with every brush or sniff.
It rises from the plastic bag looking like a hairy, muddy monster hewn from the earth itself. As I run the vegetable brush down its ridged surface, a pure streak of white appears, as if by magic.