Demolition Before the Bloom

sobbing in the dirt.

They saw my terrified ten-year-old son acting as a human shield.

I stayed on the ground.

I waited.

I waited for someone to shout in anger.

I waited for another man to run over and push Richard back.

I waited for someone to tackle him to the ground and ask if I was okay.

I waited for a woman to rush over with a handful of napkins to press continue reading …