Demolition Before the Bloom

miles.

Every step sent a spike of agony through my skull.

The crowd parted for us as we walked.

They stepped backward, creating a wide, empty path.

They moved like my bleeding was contagious.

No one offered to walk with us.

No one handed me a napkin.

I saw women I had known for five years suddenly find the grass incredibly interesting.

I saw men who had eaten continue reading …