Demolition Before the Bloom

of absolute, primal terror. It wasn’t the cry of a child who dropped an ice cream cone. It was the shriek of a little girl watching her mother get hurt.

She threw herself onto the dirt beside me.

Her small hands hovered over my face, trembling violently. She was too terrified to touch the blood pooling over my eye.

“Mom! Mom, are you okay?!” Leo yelled.continue reading …