Demolition Before the Bloom

a corporate photo op.

“We’re going to the tree,” I said.

I didn’t wait for his permission.

I took Maya’s hand and started walking toward the shade.

“Clara,” Richard warned.

His voice was a low growl.

I kept walking.

I could feel his eyes burning into my back, but I didn’t stop.

The relief of the shade washed over us the second we stepped under the heavy branches continue reading …