Demolition Before the Bloom

took the box and flipped the lid open. Resting on a bed of black silk was her father’s Silver Star. The metal had been meticulously polished, reflecting the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp. The deep, crude scratches on the back—S. T. C.—were still there, but the dirt and grime of the years had been completely cleared away.

She touched the metal continue reading …