Demolition Before the Bloom

He looked at Richard.

“Everything okay here, Rick?” Henderson asked smoothly.

He didn’t ask if I needed a doctor.

He didn’t tell someone to call an ambulance.

“Just fine, sir,” Richard lied effortlessly. “Clara just took a little tumble over the blanket.”

Henderson nodded slowly.

He took a sip of his scotch.

The ice clinked against the glass.

“Make sure she continue reading …