Demolition Before the Bloom

up, his sharp eyes softening as he studied Emily’s face, tracing the shape of her jaw and the stubborn tilt of her chin. “You have his eyes, my dear. The exact same eyes.”

“What… what happened in the war?” Emily whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the crowd.

Henderson looked back down at the silver star. “It was August of sixty-eight.continue reading …