Demolition Before the Bloom

figures of the city’s elite staring down at her.

No one reached out a hand. No one rushed to her side.

David stood over her, his chest heaving, his face twisted in a mask of absolute disgust. He straightened the cuffs of his tuxedo, looking down at her as if she were a piece of trash that had blown in from the street.

When Emily had fallen, her vintage continue reading …