Bonsai
He had a passion for bonsai; little trees lined the shelves of his greenhouse, perfect miniatures painstakingly shaped. Only an expert would know the effort which went into those gnarled little trunks, the delicate twists of the branches. Sometimes, he wished he could bonsai people, shaping his family into perfect miniatures of themselves. Live would be so much simpler.
He paused, thought for a moment, then picked up the clippers and hid them in his apron pocket. His wife would be home soon...
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