Demolition Before the Bloom

a local manager.

Not yet.

I pulled my children into the women’s restroom.

It was empty.

The lights were violently bright.

Everything was white marble and polished gold fixtures.

I locked the heavy wooden door behind us.

The click of the deadbolt echoed in the quiet room.

I walked over to the long row of sinks and looked in the massive mirror.

I barely recognized continue reading …