Demolition Before the Bloom

the hem.

Thick, dark blood soaked the collar.

I didn’t try to cover my face.

I didn’t wipe the blood away.

I wanted them to see it.

Every single coward standing on that manicured lawn.

Mr. Henderson, the CEO of the entire company, strolled over.

The crowd parted for him instantly.

He had a golf club in one hand and a glass of iced scotch in the other. His continue reading …