Demolition Before the Bloom

silver clutch—a cheap, worn thing she refused to throw away—had flown from her hands. It struck the leg of a table, the fragile golden clasp snapping open on impact.

Her belongings scattered across the immaculate floor. A tube of lipstick. A small compact mirror. A packet of tissues.

And something heavier.

With a distinct, heavy metallic clink, a piece continue reading …