Demolition Before the Bloom

up on one elbow.

The world tilted again. Nausea washed over me.

I looked at Richard.

He was standing exactly where he had been when he shoved me.

His hands were still slightly raised in the air.

He was staring at the blood pouring down the side of my face.

He didn’t look horrified.

He didn’t look remorseful.

He looked intensely, visibly annoyed.

Like I had continue reading …