Demolition Before the Bloom

She nodded weakly, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes. Samuel Clark.”

“Did he ever work on transport engines out of Camp Pendleton in sixty-eight?” Henderson asked, every syllable deliberate and heavy.

Emily wiped her cheek with the back of her trembling hand. “He… he was a mechanic. Yes. Before the war.”

A strange, haunting stillness settled over Arthur continue reading …