Little Innocent Taboo Patched -

Years on, the greenhouse was gone, the sign repainted, the bushes tamed into neat rows. The scar remained, faithful and unremarkable, a tiny marker that the world could be bent, briefly, into a shape you chose. It was proof that rules could be tested gently and that some taboos, once touched, turn out to be only small, human things—patched over, smiling from the other side.